What Separates Me and You

Chapter 214 His Dogs or My Dogs

Lewis crouched down, extending his hand through the fence to gently brush away the strands of hair clinging to Josephine’s face. Then he said, “But you frequently visited Quintin’s dogs. I thought you liked dogs. Could it be that you only like his dogs?”

Josephine vigorously shook her head. These were entirely different situations. Quintin’s dogs were gentle, domesticated strays, resembling more like beloved pets. However, Lewis’ dogs were of a different breed altogether. They were hunting dogs-fierce and capable of devouring a person. And if her eyes didn’t deceive her, the dogs in the cages appeared to be wolves. Why would he choose to keep such menacing creatures?

“What does shaking your head mean? Do you like them or not?”

Josephine tightened her grip on the fence as she fixed her gaze on Lewis. The dogs behind her were eyeing her intensely, and some even rode on her back, sending a shiver down Josephine’s spine. Releasing her hold on the fence, Josephine attempted to gesture, but before she could, two dogs pounced on her, forcefully knocking her to the ground. Caught off guard, she struck her head against the unforgiving surface, experiencing a surge of intense pain coursing through her forehead. Everything faded into darkness as her vision blurred and consciousness slipped away.

The dogs were trampling over her, but she no longer had the strength to get up. She struggled to lift her head, tears streaming down her face as she gestured to the man before her. “Let me out. Don’t treat me like this…

Separated by the fence, Josephine felt trapped and vulnerable, akin to a drenched mouse seeking refuge within its confines. In stark contrast, Lewis stood on the other side, emanating an aura of tranquil elegance-reminiscent of a moonlit night. Clad in a black suit, he appeared as an enigmatic figure, an abyss in human form, defying the brilliance of the sun. Even the colorful surroundings could not veil his striking appearance.

How he regarded her mirrored the dispassionate gaze he bestowed upon the dogs enclosed within the fence. Suddenly, Josephine could no longer determine if it was her body or her heart that was hurting. She only felt pain. It hurt so badly that tears were streaming down her

eyes.

Lewis crouched there quietly, fixing his dark eyes on her face. He stared at her intently; never once did he avert his gaze from her. Then he asked, “You haven’t answered me. Why do you like Quintin’s dogs but not my dogs? Is it because they were my dogs?”

Josephine repeatedly shook her head.

“Then why do you want to come out?”

gestured, “They are too vicious.”

He then commanded in a low voice, “Sit!”

rowdy dogs quieted down and settled. They stuck their tongues out.

are they vicious?”

and saw about twenty dogs sitting obediently on the ground. It was as if they were grinning and trying to please him. She gaped in silence at that sight. She was suddenly speechless.

Josephine’s arm, and forcefully pulled her upright. Josephine, still reeling from the ordeal, struggled to regain her balance. Her legs trembled beneath her, rendering her unable to stand steadily, causing her to stumble and fall into Lewis’ arms. However, he pushed her away in

she gazed up at Lewis, her eyes filled with tears. Lewis retrieved a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his fingers meticulously as if he had come into contact with something repulsive and urgently desired to cleanse himself

the dogs were indeed disgusting. Josephine could smell the

fingers. The casual tone in his voice masked an underlying message that no

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she lowered her head once more. The truth was undeniable-she held no affection for them, not even the slightest

harbored no doubt that the dogs possessed an insatiable appetite for human flesh. If Lewis were to depart, she was certain they would pounce upon her, tearing

in his hand. He continued,

looked at his face and saw a hint of stubbornness. He was determined to hear

the answer

feel any warmth. Josephine felt cold, and her hands and feet were

and accepted her fate with a nod. It mattered little whether she actually harbored any affection for the dogs. What held significance was solely his

leaned against the fence, sitting on the dirty surface. She heard the man’s laugh from above her. He spoke coldly, “Since you like them, you should stay here and play with

about to leave, Josephine braced her frail body and climbed to her feet