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.”

nodded and

door and saw Josephine sitting

at the man at the doorway with a serene

was that her fingers were aching dully. The

memories

the papers and the blood stains on them were

her memories.

walked toward her, and her

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

turned her head slightly and avoided

hand and asked, “Are you feeling better?”

was all to her response.

fingers again.

her

”

muttering to himself as he

him, her eyes gleaming, worried he would break his

sensed her anxiety and stopped speaking.

emotions swirling

she heard him say, “We’ll

curled around the sheets subconsciously. She even

wasn’t as she expected; they were talking about the divorce with unusual calmness, a stark contrast to Lewis’

he was merely inviting her to get some

it, too, just like she was whenever she

became tiring when it happened

lowered her eyes and nodded

promptly stood and glowered as he left.

the bed and darted

halted and turned to look at her

released her grip and signed, “Mrs. Jinkins…

”

she couldn’t sign as deftly and accurately as before. She wondered if

could read her.

placated anger started 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 with a

stood by the door, wearing a blank look.

wondered if that was truly the case or if he blatantly refused

smiled self-depreciatingly and thought, “Not that it mattered.” She couldn’t wake a person who

from Conrad

with fury, saying, “You’d better have a

do, indeed. Mary

“What?”

to tell me 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.