What Separates Me and You

Chapter 294 He Looked So Haggard

If it wasn’t for the fact that Lewis had ditched Josephine in order to save Sierra, she wouldn’t have gone missing.

Lewis had to be the one taking responsibility for this incident.

Then again, her disappearance didn’t matter.

Josephine was just a mute who didn’t have anyone to turn to. Even if she were to go missing,

die, or vanish from the face of the planet, no one would care about her at all.

Naturally, no one would demand justice for her.

She deserved to be treated that way.

That was the outcome of the ones who were neglected by everyone else.

Seth added, “Did she leave her phone in her hotel room?”

Lewis recalled Josephine didn’t take her phone with her. He could only place his hopes on the watch that Josephine wore on her wrist. It had a GPS tracker installed in it, but he didn’t know where she was because it was unable to establish a signal for such a long time.

The man suddenly suggested, “Tell Gerald to check out the areas without any signal reception in Hardington.”

“He’s combing the entire city right now, but there are too many areas without signal reception.” Seth threw the cigarette butt to the ground before crushing it with his foot. He turned around and was about to get into the car when he suddenly remembered something, which prompted him to glance at Lewis.

The latter’s expression was stormy as ever. He had yet to recover from his injury, let alone get any sleep in the past 24 hours. To make matters worse, his injury worsened when he rescued Sierra. Despite his determination not to let the pain and fatigue overwhelm him, it was evident that he appeared extremely haggard at that moment.

“Just don’t die while you’re searching for her.”

Seth got into the car after he was done speaking.

The car drove past Lewis, causing his windbreaker to flap in the wind.

He continued to gaze at the sea the whole time. A few couples were strolling along the beach while holding hands with each other, their shadows stretching across the sandy surface courtesy of the setting sun.

Occasionally, a few seagulls would fly over the sea and hunt for dinner by swooping down to peck at the surface. Once they ate their fill, they shot up to the skies and soon disappeared.

As the sun finally sank beyond the horizon, the lamp posts lining the road lit up gradually, casting a bright fluorescent light over the entire area. Simultaneously, the noise level

increased, with cars continually cruising down the road.

his breast pocket. He opened the envelope

crinkle

became a hub of activity. Despite his physical proximity

the atmosphere grew on the beach, it seemed to lack a certain charm that had been present the previous

through the pictures again. After that, he put them back into his pocket before driving away

in the lobby by the time he returned to the hotel. At that time, she happened to be touching up her makeup while

she noticed Lewis returning to the lobby, she quickly got up to her feet and

it on looking for the damned mute and leaving her in

without

trailed behind him immediately. Soon, they took the elevator all the

jacket was still draped over the couch, her luggage was still sitting on the ground, and her phone was still

just that she wasn’t there at all.

that Quintin had sent her a few messages on Whatsapp

mentally grumbling, “How could an adult go

dared to make those complaints mentally instead of saying them

Lewis wasn’t in a good mood right now. Sierra would never dare to provoke him at a

couch before pulling out

wisps of smoke shrouded his features, causing his face to appear blurry under the dim light. Despite the haze, Sierra could vaguely discern a trace of depression on his face.

seat beside him, she observed silently. After he smoked three cigarettes in a row, Sierra decided it was time to speak up. “Lewis, you should rest for a while. You didn’t sleep at

to

you know. It’s impossible for her to go missing. Maybe

from the man. Sierra shrunk away from him while blinking innocently.

of coughing overcame him, causing the pain from his stomach wound to

coffee table’s edge while pressing his other

She quickly approached him, intending to help him up, only to get shoved away

“Get out.”

flabbergasted for a

the coffee table as a support, a pained expression on

her features as she balled up her fists which hung by

angry at him, but she was also

“Lewis-”

“Get out!”

man sounded quite weak, so his order wasn’t threatening at all. He started panting heavily, which was more than enough to show how difficult it was for him to

pain.

this vulnerable. After all, Lewis was the type who never showed his

an ambulance.” The woman’s heart ached for Lewis. She pulled out her phone, intending to get him help

man shot her a glance. His response was still cold and frosty despite being weakened from the