What Separates Me and You

Chapter 145 You Broke His Heart

“You’re asking me?” Lewis’ expression was very unpleasant, as if he was on a killing spree.

Only then did Conrad look toward Seth and instantly regret his actions. A sense of unease consumed him as soon as his gaze fell upon Josephine embracing the other man.

What-what-what had he missed? It had just been two days.

How had Mrs. Alvarez moved on so quickly? Could Stockholm Syndrome strike this quickly?

Lewis eyed Josephine again. When he looked at her this time, his gaze was colder and more ruthless than it had ever been.

Finally, he got into the car and told Conrad before he left, “It’s up to you now.”

Having said that, Lewis drove out of the homestead, his car disappearing in the distance, as if he no longer wanted anything to do with Josephine.

Seth sneered, “See, he never would have chosen you.”

Josephine pushed him away and took a step back.

She knew it. Of course, she had known well before this. Seth’s words were nothing but another stab in her already wounded heart.

She supposed it was a mercy that it no longer hurt.

Conrad was at a loss. Lewis had said nothing more before he left. What was he supposed to do now?

Should he kill the two of them?

But if Lewis had wanted the two of them dead, he would have personally dealt with the matter himself before leaving. He never would have left it to Conrad.

Conrad thought about it for a long time before deciding to have someone tend to Seth’s wounds before bringing the two of them back down from the mountains.

Seth was sitting in the yard when Conrad had someone bandage his wounds. His injuries were not superficial, and it was troublesome to deal with. By the looks of it, Seth had a long road of recovery ahead of him.

Josephine stood by one side quietly. The resolute look on Lewis’ face replayed in her mind again and again as a sharp burst of pain built up behind her temples.

Maybe she was being delusional and greedy.

After all, she could have remained subservient and stayed in the mansion like a good pet. Lewis would have treated her well that way.

And yet, she insisted on rebelling and forcing him to make a choice like this.

She was indeed foolish beyond words.

But again, she was already dying. Was it really too much to hope for?

Josephine closed her eyes and felt the chilly mountain breeze on her face. The cold was so intense that it seeped into her pores. It was the kind of chill that reached her bones.

She hardly felt it, though. It was the coldness in her heart that weighed down on her heavily.

headache building up behind her temple, Josephine’s vision

“Madam!”

to take Josephine away, but Seth did not allow

in his hands, he threatened, “Don’t you act recklessly, or

at the remote control in Seth’s hands, unsure how he

realized why the president had left. There was never any solution

were loud and clear-bring Josephine

killing Josephine yet, but if he were forced

what it would take to

dared not act rashly. Things remained in a stalemate

In

he spent so much effort to come here only to

be honest, he had no idea either.

it would take half a day, but

hadn’t left now, he would

still chose to return to

as Lewis drove to the foot of the mountain, he

window, mingling with the mountain breeze, only to dissipate moments later. It vanished, like wisps of a fleeting memory,

by the passing

unresolved sadness etched deep furrows in his brows, casting a pensive aura around Lewis. His gaze remained fixed through

was only one single-lane road through the mountainous range. As soon

homestead, Josephine lay on the bed. When she woke up

on guard in the yard. At that moment, the originally quiet courtyard had become somewhat abuzz with life.

down at

Fourteen hours left.

Conrad squatting in the yard, smoking irritably.

and tapped him on the shoulder.

and extinguished his

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had nothing to say to him,

couldn’t help but speak up. “Madam,

and

anyway. He continued to no one in particular. “This shareholders’ meeting is very important to

listened in

really given up

She stared at her feet, speechless.

of the distant ones. Just take Seth, for example. When that happens, whatever he wishes to

president might even be imprisoned. If he ends up in jail, Madam, what

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you?

I can see that he cares

two days, he hasn’t slept at all. He was in his study alone until dawn. Last night, he even drove the entire night up here to find you. If he really didn’t care about you at all, there would

yet, you-you broke his