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 went upstairs.

and saw Josephine sitting

the man at the

that her fingers were aching dully. The ache was a constant reminder of

haunting memories even

how she eventually signed the papers and the blood stains

her memories.

her, and her

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

head slightly

He withdrew his hand and asked, “Are you feeling better?”

and that was all to her response.

fell on her fingers again. “Are your

shook her head.

”

to himself as he continued to say,

head jerked toward him, her eyes gleaming, worried he would break

her anxiety and stopped speaking.

steadily, the emotions swirling in his eyes incomprehensible

several moments, she heard him say, “We’ll get

sheets subconsciously. She even forgot

as she expected; they were talking about the divorce with unusual calmness, a stark contrast

he was merely inviting her to get some delicious

tired of it, too, just like she

it

her eyes and nodded in agreement.

more, he promptly stood and glowered as he

bed and darted at him,

and turned to look at her after

her grip and signed, “Mrs. Jinkins…

”

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

the door,

that was truly the case or if

mattered.” She couldn’t wake a person who was pretending to be asleep. It was just

received a call from Conrad on his way

tinged with fury, saying, “You’d better

Mary Jinkins is

“What?”

all night.” Conrad sounded out of breath, like he was walking when he spoke. “I’m searching for her with a team of men.