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.

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

Quintin took away the iced soda and went to the neighboring

too.” Sierra’s familiar voice sounded from

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

right now was a different person compared to the young boy who wore a simple white shirt back

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

“You sit here. I’ll get it

dear! I can’t have anything cold,” she replied.

just nodded and went to buy coffee for

sat next to Josephine. She adjusted her sunglasses 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 you to hook up with

in the industry didn’t know about Damian Fowler. There were even fewer people

artists went after Quintin, but none of them had been successful so far. Sierra was one of them. She’d previously tried to get close to him, but he didn’t show any interest and gave her the cold shoulder. Even when he knew she was Lewis’ girlfriend, he didn’t spare

his father’s connections, Quintin didn’t have a good impression of female artists in the entertainment industry. He felt that none of them were honest, good women. Therefore, even when a beauty like

her as if she were air. She turned her head, staring at something far away, and absentmindedly stuffed

I think you and Quintin are compatible. Why don’t you divorce Lewis? After all, he doesn’t like you. Quintín, on the other hand, seems to really like you. It would make more sense for the both of you to get together.”

the time when Lewis had lied to her about owing money, and

wondered what would happen if Josephine took the initiative to suggest breaking up. Would he be just as heartless? Would he leave without looking back too?

suddenly turned and looked at her. Her gaze showed that she couldn’t understand what Sierra had said

that? Did I say something wrong? You’re already going to

know we divorced?” Then, she added, “Didn’t he tell you?”

to understand 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. She even doubted whether she’d perhaps misunderstood.