What Separates Me and You

Chapter 167 Showering

The intimate pose caused Josephine’s face to flush red. Fearing that she might fall off his lap, she dared not struggle.

Lewis leaned closer to her and whispered, “Stop hanging out with people like her.”

Josephine turned her head away to avoid his breath. She couldn’t help feeling a tinge of sadness in her heart.

Why did he always think it was others who had influenced her? He thought she was spoiled just because she didn’t obey him like she used to.

What about him?

“I-I…” Josephine stammered, unable to find the right words. Her hands were still trapped, and he took advantage of that to seize the opportunity. It was as if speaking first equated to holding the truth, giving the one who spoke the upper hand in the argument, as if they were on the right side.

“Enough. Don’t say anything,” Lewis cut her off, denying her the chance to speak. He released Josephine from his lap and freed up one hand to keep undressing her.

Pressed against the wall, Josephine couldn’t move. She watched him go about his routine with an indifferent expression. Finally, the pent-up anger within her chest erupted.

Her nose tingled, and tears began to trickle down her face.

Lewis raised his gaze and glanced at her, his hands gently cupping her face. “Why are you crying?”

“You stayed out so late with Quintin. Didn’t you have fun?”

Josephine could only cry. Besides crying, there was nothing else she could do. Too bad she was

a mute.

Lewis didn’t expect her to say anything either. He took the showerhead and began rinsing her. Gently running his fingers through her hair, he whispered, “Turn around.”

Josephine remained silent and didn’t move.

Lewis turned her body around and continued to rinse her hair. As he helped her shower, his hands began to wander restlessly.

Josephine’s body tensed slightly in response to that.

Suddenly, he embraced her from behind and leaned close to her ear before whispering, “No next time, okay?”

Josephine kept her head lowered as the water streamed down her hair and cheeks.

No matter what happened, he could act as if

her feelings or showed any intention of changing.

its original position, turned Josephine around to face him, and gently lifted her by the waist. Her

her legs in his hands, and Josephine instinctively clutched his clothes

was clinging to

for a second but eventually retrieved it from his pocket and answered the call.

to come find

“I’ll go later.”

it wasn’t the first time, she couldn’t help but feel her chest tighten whenever he answered a call in front of her.

grabbed her leg and pulled her back. Josephine stumbled and fell back into his embrace, letting out a faint gasp that slipped out

“It’s already midnight.”

sound? What are

Josephine’s flushed face and

voice. Who are you taking

calmly uttered, “Take a

Sierra hung up.

mind was a mess, and she felt anxious as she wondered if

woman.

knew Josephine was a mute who couldn’t make a sound even if someone slapped her in the face.

sense of crisis kicked in.

heart. This woman must be extraordinary if she could actually sleep with Lewis.

time Josephine stepped out

she managed to get back to bed. She was so exhausted that she couldn’t even

opened her eyes slightly and saw

a dark sweater and leave without looking back. The bedroom door blocked her view.

longer and closed her

when the aching pain in her lower abdomen woke

Josephine curled up in bed, and beads of cold sweat formed on her

feeling was familiar. It was the same sensation she had when

gather her strength and struggled to get up from the bed. Supporting herself on the wall, she unsteadily made her way downstairs.

some painkillers and trembled as she poured them into her

she was about to pass out. She stuffed all the painkillers from her palm into her mouth and quickly ran to the faucet to

slide down to

in her