What Separates Me and You

Chapter 207 We Are Divorced

“Hey, isn’t that your brother? Is he here for a movie with his girlfriend?” Quintin asked.

Josephine froze momentarily at the word “brother.” Every time without fail, this way of referring to him would make her feel like a bloody knife was suddenly plunged right into her heart. She stared at the two figures. Sierra linked her arm with his, and he affectionately held her by the waist. They entered the shopping mall, talking and smiling at each other as Josephine watched until their figures disappeared from sight. Only then did she slowly retract her gaze, recalling that she and Lewis were divorced.

In the past, she could rightfully feel angry or upset upon witnessing such a scene, but now, she no longer had any right to feel sad. Pushing the car door open, she and Quintin alighted from the vehicle.

Quintin grabbed her wrist with the intention of pulling her inside. Unfortunately, he

accidentally grabbed her injured wrist. Josephine winced in pain and took in a sharp intake of breath. She reflexively shook Quintin’s hand off hers.

Bewildered at her response, Quintin didn’t quite know what to do. He looked at Josephine sheepishly and apologized, “I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable-”

Grimacing from the pain, Josephine quickly shook her head. She then rolled up her sleeve, revealing the bandaged wound on her wrist to him. When Quintin saw the bloodstained gauze, his eyes widened.

“W-What happened to your wrist?” he couldn’t help but ask.

Josephine shook her head. She didn’t know either. The feeling of not knowing anything was even more unsettling than seeing Lewis and Sierra canoodling just now.

Quintin stared deeply into her eyes which were crystal clear yet mysterious at the same time. The first time he met her, he could see from her eyes that she’d been through a lot. He craved. to reveal what was hidden behind them, delve into the depths of her heart, and uncover her past. Whenever a man started to feel curious or compassionate toward a woman, it was always the start of his misfortune; the same could be said for women too.

“Let’s go in, then. The movie’s about to start.”

Josephine nodded, pulling down her sleeve to cover the wound on her wrist. She tried her best not to think about all those past events that were messed up. She followed Quintin into the movie theater, holding the popcorn and soda he bought for her. Right after she took a sip of her beverage, her lower abdomen started to ache faintly. The soda was too cold for her. She put down her drink and rubbed her lower abdomen to lessen the discomfort.

was observant and noticed her movements. Feeling concerned, he asked, “I guess cold drinks aren’t suitable for

react, Quintin took away the iced soda and went to the neighboring

too.” Sierra’s familiar voice sounded

felt as though an electric current had gone through her whole body in one quick moment. She whipped her head around and saw Sierra and Lewis getting nearer to them. Sierra was wearing a mask and a hat. She did quite a good job concealing herself in that getup, but Josephine could recognize her voice and figure. Lewis had put on a black trench coat over his suit. The unbuttoned trench coat made his legs appear even longer. This outfit made his cool features look even

different person compared to the young boy who wore a simple white shirt back then.

her head, she met Lewis’ emotionless gaze that happened to be directed at her. Instinctively, she averted her gaze.

say, “You sit here. I’ll get

my dear! I can’t have anything cold,”

say anything. He just nodded and went

by pushing them further up her nose bridge and said with a smile, “What a coincidence, Josephine. That guy is Mr. Fowler’s son, right? How amazing of

the entertainment industry, and few people in the industry didn’t know about Damian Fowler. There were even fewer people who didn’t

had been successful so far. Sierra was one of them. She’d previously tried to get close to him,

in the entertainment industry. He felt that none of them were honest, good women. Therefore,

her head, staring at something far away, and absentmindedly stuffed

“Are you learning from Lewis now? Frankly speaking, I think you and Quintin are compatible. Why don’t you divorce Lewis? After all, he doesn’t like you. Quintín, on the other

had lied to her about owing money, and she’d even mentioned breaking

the initiative to suggest breaking up. Would

considering all that, Josephine suddenly turned and looked at her. Her gaze showed that she couldn’t understand

“Why are you looking at me like that? Did I say something wrong? You’re

and started gesturing. “Didn’t you know

Josephine’s sign language, that wasn’t exactly true. She just never bothered to pay attention to what she conveyed. But this time, she could clearly understand the words Josephine gestured.