What Separates Me and You

Chapter 187 Play Dumb

Lewis’ and Nancy’s gazes were locked in a glaring contest. The more Nancy thought about it, the angrier she grew, and her fingernails dug into the flesh on her palm.

She would never allow him to disobey her or touch those working for her because of another

woman!

After some time, Lewis suddenly said, “It’s not me, of course.”

Nancy’s brow twitched. “You didn’t take Mrs. Harrold away?”

“Naturally.”

“Alright, I’ll believe you, but I’ll come after you if I can’t find her still.”

Lewis chuckled; his chuckle was unfeeling.

He slowly rose and lowered his eyes to look at Nancy. “How’s that any different from accusing me of the deed?”

“Mrs. Harrold has been with me for many years and is one of the very few people I can trust. She must come back in one piece.” Nancy returned his gaze with an intent stare and made her

stand clear.

“Well, I wish you all the best in getting her back soon.”

Lewis stuffed his hands in his pockets and turned to leave.

Nancy shouted after him, “Lewis, when are you going to get your divorce certificate?”

But Lewis didn’t answer her and left resolutely.

The rain was still pouring.

It was already midnight when Lewis returned to Styx Mansion. The rain poured heavier than ever, trying to drown everything on land. 1

Dr. Halliday was deeply asleep on the sofa; not even the thunder could wake him, so it was natural he remained asleep when Lewis came in.

A kick to his side roused him from his slumber.

Dr. Halliday opened his sleepy eyes. The moment he saw the man standing before him, he snapped wide awake and was immediately brimming with vigor.

“Mr. Alvarez, you’re back!”

“Has she awakened?”

“Yes, she has. She woke up long ago but may have gone back to sleep by now.”

and went

bedroom door and saw Josephine sitting on the bed.

she stared at the man at the

were aching dully. The ache was a

memories even

of how she eventually signed the papers and the blood stains on them

her memories.

her, and her eyes followed his

around him was chilly, and his sleeves were damp. His touch was cold when he caressed her face, the moisture on his sleeve further intensifying the coolness of his touch.

head slightly and avoided his touch.

hand and asked, “Are you feeling better?”

nodded, and that was all to her

again. “Are your fingers still

shook her

”

as he continued to

toward him, her eyes gleaming, worried he would

sensed her anxiety and

the emotions swirling in his

heard him say, “We’ll get the divorce when

fingers curled around the sheets subconsciously. She even forgot

about the divorce with unusual calmness, a stark contrast

calmness in his voice was as though he was merely inviting her to get some delicious food after her

of it, too, just like she was whenever she

when it

eyes and

stood and glowered

the bed and darted at him,

turned to look at her after several

gradually released her grip and

”

couldn’t sign as deftly and accurately as before. She

could read her.

boiling again because of her gestures. “I don’t understand,” he spat, seething as he slammed the door shut behind him. The airflow from the slam twiddled

she stood by the door, wearing a blank

case or if he blatantly refused to understand.

it mattered.” She couldn’t wake a person who

a call from Conrad on his way

voice, tinged with fury, saying, “You’d better have

indeed. Mary

“What?”

she’s gone. She didn’t return all night.” Conrad sounded out of breath, like he was walking when he spoke. “I’m searching for her with a team of men. I thought she