What Separates Me and You

Chapter 336 You, Lewis, Are An Expert

Seth shifted his gaze to Lewis, a touch of mockery appearing on his lips. “I’m sure you know what I mean.”

Lewis’ eyes narrowed, the temperature surrounding them dropping a few degrees as well.

The longer he ceased to speak, the deeper Seth’s smile turned. “Playing dumb, are you?” Then, he turned to walk toward the cemetery, talking as he did. “When it comes to shirking from your responsibilities, you, Lewis, are an expert.”

Josephine listened in a perpetual state of confusion. As her eyes followed Seth’s departing figure, she took the chance to glance at Lewis and signed, “Is he talking about me?”

“No.” Lewis schooled his face into a blank mask before wiping the drool from her mouth with a tissue. “Don’t work yourself up into a frenzy over nothing.”

Josephine nodded. Her mouth was flooded with bitterness, having just thrown up a few moments earlier.

Lewis thoughtfully handed her a bottle of water, which she accepted gratefully. After taking a few sips, she followed him into the cemetery.

The one Seth brought them to seemed to have been there for quite some time now. Along with the sparsely placed tombstones, the place was filled with overgrown weeds. The lone cemented road they followed led them to a few more scattered graves, and before long, the pair spotted Seth standing in front of a whittled tombstone.

The sky was devoid of sunshine, the gloomy surroundings and wild forestry around them. further accentuating the darker tones of his suit.

Undoubtedly, the atmosphere had a touch of eeriness to it, and Josephine gripped Lewis’ hand tighter on instinct. The warmth flowing from his palm to hers calmed her slightly.

As long as he was here with her, everything would be fine.

When the two finally reached Seth, Josephine averted her gaze to the tombstone.

The photograph on it was that of a curly-haired woman in an elaborate gown with a serene

smile.

Josephine stared at the photo for a long time, unable to recognize the woman. She then looked at the tombstone beside the woman’s, finding a similar photograph but this time of a man in at suit, not unlike Seth’s. His face, too, was softened by a gentle smile, his demeanor elegant and scholarly. Judging from his appearance, he appeared to be a refined and cultured man.

As if suddenly realizing something, Josephine turned to Seth.

watching her

while, though she couldn’t seem to place what it was that flitted through his fathomless gaze. She discerned hints of disgust interspersed with hatred

can’t recognize them?” Seth demanded.

photographs once

unchanged. She had no memory of ever knowing those people-not a single one

laughed coldly. “So you

responded by wrapping her

Seth looked at her scared her immensely. The malice and ill will in his eyes gave her the premonition that

as Seth made a move to step forward, Lewis blocked his advance with a

turned murderous.

there spouting such ridiculous bullshit. You’re wasting our time. She doesn’t remember anyway, so why even

unblinkingly. “Don’t you think you’re the pot calling the kettle black? You said it yourself. She doesn’t remember anything. You could hurt her as many times as you wish, and she wouldn’t remember even a single instance of it. All she’d do is stick by your side 24/7. Of course, that makes you happy, doesn’t it? So much that you

toward the end. “What right do you have to interfere in the matters between her and myself? Huh? Who do you

calmly. It was rare to see him display

violent tone, especially when it was targeted toward

but Seth staggered backward anyway. Most of it was due to shock, however, more than anything, for he hadn’t

a long moment, surprise rendering him immobile. Her protective demeanor coaxed a string of low laughter from him, which gradually morphed

Josephine, his frosty gaze barely concealing the

“Ungrateful bitch.”

behind himself, shielding her

Are

and inhaled deeply. The rapidly shifting emotions on his face resembled that of the ever-changing images on

his gaze to Lewis, his face had returned to

at the tombstones, his voice soft. “All I wanted was for them to see for themselves. what the beloved daughter they spent their lives raising had turned into.

dead. The dead can’t see, Seth. You’re only

raised a brow and smiled. “Lewis, are

“Decently so.”

who was currently hiding behind Lewis’

or does not last, at least I’m capable of feeling it. Unlike you, Mr. Fairchild, who lives in resentment and will