What Separates Me and You

Chapter 189 It Doesn’t Matter Anymore

Lewis froze. Then, his brows furrowed, and his face darkened. “Impatient, aren’t you?”

Josephine lowered her eyes and signed, “Regarding Mrs. Jinkins, I still don’t have your word.”

She looked up in anticipation, hoping to see a hint of mercy in his expression. Given the pain she endured, which Nancy inflicted on her, that should have softened his heart, even for a bit.

But there was nothing. He was expressionless, hiding all his emotions beneath his bottomless

eyes.

His eyes hid many secrets. Josephine could neither comprehend nor see through them.

Lewis suddenly averted his gaze. He raised his hand and tidied the hair beside her ear, saying, ” Don’t be too greedy and ask for too much. Since you agreed to the divorce, don’t bring Mrs. Jinkins up again. I’m not obliged to look after her.”

Josephine’s eyes flickered, and she fell limply back on the sofa, thinking, “So it is impossible, after all?”

Lewis withdrew his hand and gripped her wrist. Looking at her new wound dressing, he said, Look, your wound is still there. Why did you tell me it had healed?”

Josephine bit her lip.

Her heart was heavy. She couldn’t discern his wish-did he want the divorce or not?

But she was weary. She didn’t want this to continue.

It was like a prick in the flesh. If she couldn’t take it out, she might as well push it all the way

Then, she would have been saved from the dilemma.

Josephine seemed more determined as she signed, “Then let’s get the divorce over with when I’m completely healed. You must keep your word.”

Lewis smirked. “Since when have I not kept my word?”

Josephine’s gaze bore into him. He had a long history of breaking his promises, had he not?

Sometimes, Josephine would suspect Lewis had the same condition as her-he was so forgetful.

believe him for once, that no matter what happened, he would divorce her; how else could he give his lover a proper

waiting

was too

her hand and went

his collars in frustration. He went upstairs, too, but in the

Soon, Conrad came.

handed it to Lewis. “Sir,

file and took out the documents inside. It contained surveillance images and

caregiver taking care of her. Patrick had never been to the hospital after we warned him that day. But he hasn’t

flipped through the photos casually, skimming through the

off his forehead and continued, Besides, the surveillance images showed that she went out on her

the autopsy report?” Lewis showed Conrad a document.

a glimpse and nodded. “Yes.

Lewis continued reading.

reported to him all the information he had gathered. He had no idea what else to

had taken her own life. Furthermore, that

looked up at

did you

held onto the

“The caregiver?”

make

“Yes, sir. I’ll be on

out of the study, hopped into the car, and

of Conrad’s hurried demeanor.

caregiver hadn’t reported to work since two days ago, and

the caregiver really be related to this? But how did Lewis find out?” He couldn’t fathom it. He could

the window, he watched the drizzle outside

search for her.”

It might take some effort to find

the truth, Lewis would have to

had been in a rocky relationship. If they fought over this… who knew how it would end up. Therefore, Conrad dared

the mansion for several days after

though. He was both the doctor and chef-how miserable.

Lewis too. He didn’t go to the office and had been dealing with her these few days. Was he