What Separates Me and You

Chapter 227 None of Your Concern

The rain grew heavier, the wind was faster, and thunder rumbled. Hugging the cage, Josephine crouched in a dark corner and shivered.

She didn’t bring her identity card and phone when she came out; she couldn’t go anywhere without those. 1

She also had no idea where to stay besides crouching in the corner of the pavilion like a stray dog.

The puppies were trembling from the cold too. They curled up against each other in the cage, whining pitifully.

Josephine couldn’t bear to see them in this state. She opened the cage and embraced them. Their soft, fluffy bodies gave her warmth, and they also stopped whining. Instead, they started snuggling against Josephine and found their way under her shirt.

Josephine unknowingly smiled when she felt the wriggling mass in her arms.

Suddenly, a dazzling beam shone on her, so bright she couldn’t open her eyes.

She looked up and peered.

In the rain, a car parked some distance away with its headlights directed at her, its wipers swiping continuously.

Josephine pursed her lips. She saw someone getting out of the car but couldn’t see that person’s face as he was against the light. She could only identify that person’s sturdy silhouette.

Holding an umbrella, that person walked briskly toward her.

When the figure blocked the headlights entirely, Josephine opened her eyes and looked up.

It was Lewis.

He stood before Josephine with an umbrella, lowering his eyes to meet hers.

Shadows concealed his face so she couldn’t see his expression. However, she felt the

surrounding temperature decrease by a few degrees.

Lewis cast the umbrella aside, bent over, and tugged Josephine to her feet.

Josephine could see his face now. Fury blazed across Lewis’s face, and he looked like he was

about to explode. “Josephine, what the hell do you think you are doing?”

same question again. Josephine had no

did she think she

clue, too. How was she

blew, and rain droplets fell on both of them.

gritted

puppies in Josephine’s arms wriggled everywhere. Eventually, they found the collar and stuck their heads out of it, staring

silent for a while. Then, she plucked Lewis’ hand from her collar, bent,

doing anything. We’re divorced now. You can relieve your mind of me. Regardless of what happens to me, it’s none of your

forlornness and sorrow in her words.

of his concern, so why had he come all

of my concern, huh? Who was the one accusing me of dumping her yesterday? You’re blatantly saying something different every day, Josephine. Are

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was stunned. She… actually

were divorced if she weren’t sick? Why would she return to Styx Mansion

tone, Josephine would have

concern.

lips, but she could only stay

on her, as sharp as daggers. “Why aren’t

her lower jaw as if trying to crumble it into pieces with

stung with tears as she stared right at Lewis. The beam behind him

couldn’t say anything.

Josephine fell on her bottom on the bench, her back aching as she collided with the railing behind. Lewis said, “You’re right. It’s none of my

damn dogs!”

he resolutely

the ground. He kicked

gaze was unwavering as she watched him walk into the rain alone. The rain soon devoured

enter the car, her gaze fixed on the vehicle as it sped off. In the distance, the beam disappeared, and darkness once again swallowed her surroundings.

pavilion, letting the rain fall

eyes and subconsciously hugged herself.

tugged deep down-there was something else she had yet to accomplish, something

lifted the cage, went to a corner, and

again. They were now homeless, like

were enduring such hardship because they were with her. Maybe it was a mistake to bring

buried her head between her knees., listening to the rain and thunder. Every

felt like forever.