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.

the confrontation. She would believe him for once, that no matter what happened, he would divorce her; how else could he give his lover a proper status?

been waiting for many years.

for Sierra was too

withdrew her hand and went upstairs.

from behind and grabbed at his collars in frustration. He went upstairs, too, but in the direction of his study.

Soon, Conrad came.

and handed it to Lewis.

out the documents inside. It contained

two days, only doctors, nurses, and the caregiver taking care of her. Patrick had never been to the hospital after we warned him that day. But he hasn’t given up trying to

casually,

read his expression. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and continued, Besides, the surveillance

Lewis showed

and nodded. “Yes. It was documented only yesterday.”

Lewis continued reading.

gathered. He had

taken her own life. Furthermore, that was

and looked up

“Sir, did you find something?”

photos he held onto

“The caregiver?”

I make myself

“Yes, sir. I’ll be

the study,

demeanor. Not knowing why, the unsettling feeling she felt grew stronger.

went to the hospital and obtained the caregiver’s information. He also realized the caregiver hadn’t reported to work since two days ago, and no one could

as he pondered, “Could the caregiver really be related to this? But how did Lewis find out?” He couldn’t fathom it. He could only phone Lewis and

listened to his report. Standing before the window, he watched the drizzle outside as he said, “Find

I’ll search for her.”

days. It might take some effort to find her

it anyhow. If they couldn’t discover the truth, Lewis would have to bear

they fought over this… who knew how it would end up. Therefore, Conrad dared

days after that and didn’t

He was both the doctor and chef-how

Lewis too. He didn’t go to the office and had been dealing with her these few days. Was he waiting for her to recover so they could