What Separates Me and You

Chapter 142 Crawl to Me

Josephine’s body tensed, her gaze following his roaming fingers down to her lower abdomen.

Under her jacket, she was wearing one of Seth’s oversized shirts. With its size in comparison to her body, it almost felt like a dress, its only difference being the row of buttons adorning its

front.

He easily unbuttoned the shirt with a flick of his fingers.

Josephine panicked and grabbed his hands, shaking her head pleadingly.

“Tell me then, do you still want to return to Lewis’ side?” Seth’s voice was still light and cheerful, his eyes clear. Josephine could not discern any sign of lust in his actions.

Almost as if…as if he was simply teasing her.

She pressed her lips together tightly. She did not know what he wanted to hear from her. Neither nodding nor shaking her head seemed to satisfy him.

“Do you? Hmm?”

Seth’s hand had already ventured lower into her clothes. It fell on her thigh, scorching her skin.

Josephine wrestled against his exploring hands, but her efforts were futile. Her struggles proved insignificant against his herculean strength, akin to a flea attempting to move a tree.

She shook her head and signed frantically. “I don’t want to go back! I don’t ever want to go back!”

The smile between his eyes deepened, but he did not stop because of her words. Instead, he leaned closer and whispered in her ear. “Has Lewis ever done this to you before?”

Josephine twisted her head away, attempting to shy away from his breath. Her entire body collapsed on the ground helplessly.

She tried to push him away, but he grabbed her wrists roughly.

Seth stared at that slender and fair neck of hers, strands of baby hair fuzzing behind her ears. The tips of her ears were flushed, and her breathing came in shallow but rapid pants.

His pupils darkened, and those clear irises were momentarily tainted by lust.

Josephine held onto her clothes with all her might, her gaze pinned on the ground. She caught sight of the shovel she’d used earlier for the coals.

She reached out, wrapping her fingers around the shovel and aiming it at Seth.

But before she could strike him, his arms tightly clamped down on her other wrist.

Josephine looked up and caught sight of the danger radiating from his features. Her gaze flickered.

Seth tightened his grip on her wrists, and she winced in pain. The shovel clattered to the ground.

he slapped her across the face with the

to the ground. Her cheeks were numb, a buzzing sound ringing in her ears. Dark specks filled her vision, and her mouth filled with the faint, metallic

the ground for a long time

raised her head and looked in Seth’s direction, she felt blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. She winced. Half of

Seth’s eyes

yanked her up by her collar.

on his lips. “Why?

glistened in Josephine’s eyes, her gaze flickering with a

you anymore, yet you still want to save yourself for him?

were even traces of pity in his tone as he spoke as if he hadn’t been

on his chair. From where he sat, he towered over her, radiating superiority when he looked down at her and

push herself

to me.”

she looked

his wavy hair cascading down all over his face. With a crown on his head, a smile on his lips,

underneath was, undoubtedly, the most truthful

he shouted at

within her heart and leaked from her

can handle?” Seth

you to Mynor. You can

the brazier. She had the wildest urge to dive

not seem particularly angry. He retrieved a tablet

“Is this her?”

of Mrs. Jinkins lying on a hospital bed. It seemed that she had already awakened

no audio. Josephine could not make out what

tablet to Seth’s face. Josephine saw that arrogant, domineering look he maintained as he waited for her

gaze lowered, her lashes hiding the tumultuous emotions within her

eyes.

hands, Josephine knelt and crawled toward

chains on her ankles dragged against the floor, its clatter distinct and

of Seth and looked up at him.

“That’s it. Not that difficult to do what

her chin.

his hand.

on her. “The next time you see

he

of the door closing that Josephine slumped

never returned. Josephine lay on the couch, her head spinning from the full force of the

received a text message from a stranger. It was an attachment file,

before its contents startled him out of his wits. His phone flew out of his hands and

from his forehead. At that time, he was still in the living room of Styx Mansion. Fumbling on his phone, he couldn’t help but peer upstairs.