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.

latter was watching her

wordless gaze went on for a long while, though she couldn’t seem to place what it was that flitted through his

recognize them?” Seth

photographs once more, but

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

you only recognize

her

and ill will in his eyes gave her the premonition

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

turned

it quickly. Don’t just stand there spouting such ridiculous

of it. All she’d do is stick by your side

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

rare to see him display such uncharacteristic behavior in front of

tone, especially when it was targeted toward Lewis, Josephine

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

him immobile. Her protective demeanor coaxed a string of low laughter from him, which gradually

frosty gaze barely concealing the terrifying malevolence that threatened to

“Ungrateful bitch.”

shielding her

patience was already thinning. “Quit the insanity. Are you done paying

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

to Lewis, his

He turned and glanced 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

faintly unbothered voice, “You said they’re dead. The dead can’t see, Seth. You’re only doing this now because

smiled. “Lewis, are you happy?”

“Decently so.”

Josephine, who was currently hiding behind Lewis’ back. “Sure. I don’t think

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