What Separates Me and You

Chapter 196 What Happened Between Them?

Josephine wanted to escape, but Seth had put a hand on the wall on each side of her head, effectively trapping her against the wall. His voice dripped with mockery as he sneered, ‘ Thinking of making a run for it?”

She bit her lip and was pensive for a moment before she signed, “Aren’t you worried Daphne will misunderstand?”

He had a meaningful look in his eyes as he stared at her hands. He scrutinized every inch of her with undisguised aggression. His unsettling gaze made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

“Do you really not remember?” he asked again.

“Remember what?” she signed with furrowed brows.

He didn’t answer her and merely huffed in amusement as he rubbed his thumb over her chin. His tone softened when he spoke, “Have you forgotten… what happened between us?”

Josephine’s eyes widened in shock. She glared at him and was about to shove him away, but he grabbed hold of her hand and narrowed his eyes. “Why do you keep trying to run away? Do you think what happened would disappear if you managed to escape?”

Her heart beat erratically as she heard this, and her hair stood on end when she saw the soft look in his eyes. What had happened between them? Could that be the reason why Lewis divorced her? However, she didn’t remember interacting much with Seth, so how could something have possibly happened between them?

seems like you truly don’t remember. Back at the farm, you cooked for me and weren’t willing to leave with Lewis. I even thought you

Halliday had explained that her illness wasn’t the same as memory loss. Her memory loss would be gradual rather than

thought came to her-she wouldn’t do such a thing. She knew herself better than anyone else. Regardless of what had occurred with Lewis, she

saw this. He wasn’t the slightest bit angry. “It looks like Lewis is truly irreplaceable in your heart. If that’s the case, why did the two of

and didn’t respond. She didn’t know. She didn’t know anything at

her escape so easily. He grabbed her wrist and

on top of her and pinned her against the couch before she could recover. Grabbing her jaw, he said, “It doesn’t matter if you’ve forgotten.

she slid off the couch, intensifying the pain in her head. He tugged on her hair again, yanking her head up. She braced her hands against the floor to support herself as her head was forcefully yanked up to meet his

of her. He wore a smile on his face as he looked at

her eyes, but she didn’t know if it was from the pain or because she was afraid. She glared at him for a few seconds before her wrists gave out under her, and her body dropped to the floor, only to be yanked

brow at her tearful eyes and suddenly loosened his fingers on her hair. Caught off guard, she fell toward the floor. She tried to catch her fall with her arms on reflex, but a sharp pain shot through her wrist the moment her palms hit the floor, causing her vision to go black. She held her wrist and curled up

the sight of her frail and pitiful figure. She had really forgotten everything, even the fact that she could speak. She had her back toward him as she lay there in

as he grabbed her shoulders, lifted her, and then carried her to the couch. She curled up once again when she felt the couch against her skin. Ignoring her, he searched around the house and easily found a first aid kit. He brought it over, squatted in front of her, and held

tried to curl up even tighter, like a puppy who thought it would be

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