What Separates Me and You

Chapter 222 It’s Just Me

“Didn’t you drive here?” Lewis asked.

Sierra hugged him and said coquettishly, “I’m scared. Listen to that howling wind. How can

you

have the heart to allow a defenseless woman like me to drive back alone?” She looked at him with tearful eyes.

Sierra was attractive. She was already pretty enough, to begin with. Then, she underwent a minor face-lift, and her face was now the definition of impeccable. How she looked at Lewis now was sufficient to satisfy most men’s egos.

However, Lewis’ face was void of expression as he withdrew his gaze and pulled out his car keys. “Let’s go.”

Gleefully, Sierra instantly wrapped her arm around his as she hopped into his car.

From the looks of it, he still cared for her.

Thinking about that made her feel better. Sooner or later, she would verify Lewis’ marital

status.

The wind was harsh today; it felt like a typhoon. It broke off numerous branches from the trees by the roadside, strewing the branches all over the road and causing a mess.

Similarly, a branch broke off a tree in Styx Mansion and rammed into the window, arousing Josephine from her dreams.

Her eyes flew open, and she scanned her surroundings. The sound of branches knocking against the window frightened her, compelling her to leap from the sofa and flee upstairs.

A piercing pain shot through her calves the second she took a step, and she crashed to the

floor.

Josephine clutched her calves. The pain was so unbearable that it drew tears to her eyes.

She took a deep breath and tried to suppress the pain as she clambered up from the floor, quivering. Then, she slowly made her way upstairs.

the door, and darkness welcomed her. The windows were closed. Faint lights came from outside, eerily staring at Josephine like eyes in the

darkness.

feet to the bedroom. It was the same there. She was only met by the same unending darkness,

light switch and turned it on. However, an entirely white bedroom met

bed, wardrobe, and everything else;

that she shouldn’t

stared blankly at the bedroom for who knew how long. Suddenly, thunder crashed. Startled, she dived into a squat on the floor.

thunder ruled the space when there was dead

was exceptionally daunting in such a vacant, huge mansion

from a haunted house to Josephine. Cupping her hands over her ears, she squatted on the floor and pretended

returned. When he entered, he intuitively looked at the sofa, but all he saw was an empty sofa.

Once he reached the

curling into a ball with her hands

bent over, and touched her shoulder. The moment he came in contact with her, Josephine plopped to the floor like a startled bunny. Then

grabbed her arm.

looked up and stared into the room. She tensed up for quite some time. before stiffly turning to look behind.

line of sight,

incomprehensible expression. After several

his chest, her senses registering his scent along with another perfume scent that was unfamiliar to

with. She listened to

her arms around his sturdy waist. She buried her face in him and indulged herself in his

the person in his embrace to stop trembling. Lewis released her from his hug, lowered his head, and asked, “Let’s go to the bedroom,

looked up at him with reddened eyes, inquiring if he

wiped her tears with his hand and said in a low voice, “I’ll keep you company.” As he spoke, he

gaze swept the room. Then, he went

around

and said, “Go ahead

his robe and entered the bathroom. Seconds later,

grip on the blanket and slowly closed her eyes.

been around whenever there was thunder.

storm outside was deafening. Although the glass door was soundproof, Josephine could still hear the thunder rumbling. Lightning flashed occasionally too. She could even

pulled it over her head.