What Separates Me and You

Chapter 209 Promise You’ll Marry Me

“What are you saying?” Lewis suddenly spoke, interrupting Sierra’s incessant chattering. Sierra was taken aback. She stared blankly at Lewis’ expressionless face, and her fantasies came to an abrupt halt.

“Well, since you’re divorced now, don’t you plan to marry me?”

“Who told you I got divorced?” Lewis retorted.

Sierra replied, “Josephine just said so herself. Besides, she wouldn’t come to the movies with another man so brazenly if she wasn’t divorced, right?”

She deduced that Josephine wouldn’t have the guts to do such a thing if she was still married to Lewis. Otherwise, how could she dare to go on a date with another man as a married woman? She had to be divorced to do that.

Unexpectedly, she didn’t receive any form of confirmation from Lewis regarding the matter. On the contrary, her blabbering made his already grim expression darken further. He remained silent and walked away, leaving Sierra behind as he headed toward the parking lot.

Sierra stood still in her spot for a while. Within a few seconds, her emotions went from being on cloud nine to being down in the dumps. She knew Josephine wouldn’t lie, and she wasn’t willing to give up.

Hence, Sierra chased after Lewis. She then grabbed his hand and looked at him with a pitiful expression. “Lewis, tell me the truth. Are you and Josephine really divorced?”

“I think I’ve made myself very clear just now. What were you hoping to hear?”

Sierra opened her mouth to speak. Of course, she wanted to hear from him that they got divorced, and she wanted to hear Lewis’ promise that he would marry her. After all, she’d been waiting for this for so long. Her youth and time were all spent on him without reserve, waiting for the day when he would give his word that they would walk down the aisle.

She finally saw a tiny glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel, but Lewis’ reply thwarted that little bit of hope she had. How could she accept that?

Lewis stared at her with a solemn gaze. After a few seconds, he finally said, “Stop overthinking it and get in the car.”

His answer was still ambiguous, leaving Sierra immensely frustrated as she didn’t know where she stood. She sulkily opened the car door and got in. Feeling chagrined, she turned her head to one side and looked at the gloomy night scenery outside.

Sierra couldn’t ascertain what the actual situation was. She contemplated, “Is Lewis still not divorced? Or is he already divorced but has no intentions to marry me?”

If it turned out to be the latter, just the thought of it made Sierra feel suffocated. What was she

him after following him around

off. The iron gate of the shelter was wide open, and it was eerily quiet inside. Furthermore, when his car lights illuminated the area ahead, he could

slammed into the dashboard in front of her as she was lost in thought. She lunged forward, and the seatbelt across her chest almost. choked her. She looked at Quintin in confusion,

off.

she quickly got off

The lights inside were dim. Unlike before, Quintin wasn’t greeted with the dogs’ enthusiastic barkings when he arrived. Instead, the entire

sheds. Before he reached them, he saw several figures standing in front of the cages

care of, Mr. Fowler.”

they all dead?”

a single

Quintin’s legs went weak, and his whole body slumped to

“Dad…”

figures emerged from the darkness. Damian’s face gradually

do all day?” Damian stared at him coldly, his stern face showing only

ground. Quintin pushed her hand away and got up on his own. His eyes were filled with anger

the animals I raised?”

any warmth and was cold as ice. “They were merely livestock. Are you

his fists tightly,

pathetic state you’re in right now. Did I raise to do such meaningless things? If word goes out that my son is dealing with these animals all day long, how should I face all those people outside, hmm?”

from anger or sorrow. “What is considered the right thing to do in your eyes? Am I supposed to be the same as you? Should I sleep with a celebrity today, a model

Smack!

slap echoed through the shelter, and Quintin’s voice came to an abrupt

full of rage. “How dare you talk back to me with such nonsense! You dare to yell at your own father over some mere animals. What a good

breathing beings who deserve to live just as much as we do! You have committed so many

those adorable little furry creatures,

bodies. His eyes reddened,

You’ve killed over three hundred

so kind, why don’t you show sympathy when you eat meat, huh? Those meat on your dining table; those were lives too. Why don’t you save them, then? Go and change the world for all I care. Why