What Separates Me and You

Chapter 213 Hate the Dogs

Under Lewis’ grilling, Josephine felt defeated, and her shoulders sagged powerlessly. She gave Lewis a complicated look. His expression was unreadable as usual, and Josephine could not decide whether to trust him or not.

However, she had no evidence and should not have suspected him. Josephine gestured, “Sorry.

I’m really sorry.”

“If an apology works, policemen would lose their jobs.”

Josephine remained silent for a while before she gestured again, “What do you want me to do then?”

Lewis did not say anything, and his gaze fixed delicately on Josephine. After a moment, a thought crossed his mind, prompting him to speak up. “You seem to like dogs very much, am I right?”

Josephine, unsure of the intention behind Lewis’ question, offered no response. She hesitated, wondering if saying “yes” would have unforeseen consequences, such as never encountering a dog within a hundred feet of her ever again.

Before she could wrap her mind around this, Lewis abruptly grabbed her arm and dragged her out. Josephine staggeringly followed behind him. She had no idea where he was taking her. He walked at a fast pace, and Josephine nearly tripped and fell a few times.

When they exited the office, he released her and said, “Follow along.”

After Josephine regained stability, she paused in bewilderment once again. She looked up at the man who was walking away without looking back. It was as if he was afraid that people would know about their relationship even when they had nothing to do with each other anymore. She lowered her head and remained silent for a moment before following him.

elevator door, and she saw Lewis standing inside with his arms crossed as he stared at her expressionlessly. Josephine hung her

arrived at the underground parking lot, and Lewis walked out without uttering a word. Josephine followed him to his car. After he got into the car, Josephine continued to linger outside. The parking lot was freezing, and cold air blew from all

two minutes, Lewis exited the car and stood there looking at Josephine. His voice was cold as he said,

her seatbelt. The car’s air conditioning was already running, but as soon as

Josephine’s spine.

with her fingers. As she glanced down, her eyes caught sight of the wound on her wrist and the bruise marring her nails. Lost in deep contemplation, she observed her fingers, which, despite not causing any pain, had turned a purplish hue as

her glanced briefly in her direction. The cold expression on

withdrew his gaze and focused on

in the mountains. She surveyed the majestic peaks and the serpentine road stretching ahead before giving Lewis a glance. Upon witnessing his frigid expression, a surge of fear caused her heart to leap into her

wild, and she anxiously fidgeted her fingers. She thought, ” We’ve been around each other for almost twenty years. No

car eventually reached its destination-a sprawling mansion perched on a hillside. Lewis maneuvered the vehicle through the gate

seatbelt and turned to cast at meaningful look at Josephine. Josephine understood what he

car.

on the ground, she heard dogs barking in the distance. Their barks were different compared to the barks of Quintin’s dogs. They sounded fierce.

toward her and grabbed her arm, pulling her toward where he kept the dogs. Josephine raised her

flowers and the sounds of birds chirping. Along the path, there were blooming flower beds. In the distance, a thick grove of trees

such as this one. She had never seen this place nor been here. They were getting closer to the barking sounds, and Josephine’s heart raced. She was not in the mood to admire the scenery;

barks resonated with an unnerving ferocity, far from the usual sounds of domesticated canines. Their menacing howls seemed to carry a sense of malicious intent. Josephine’s gaze fixated on the distant fence, revealing a frenzied pack of dogs within its confines. A few unfortunate canines were confined