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.

her

place what it was that flitted through his fathomless gaze. She discerned hints of disgust interspersed with hatred and even…

recognize them?”

head. She perused the photographs once more, but the end result

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

laughed coldly. “So you only

wrapping her arms around Lewis.

and ill will in his eyes

forward, Lewis blocked his advance with

turned

your respects, then do it quickly. Don’t just stand there spouting such ridiculous bullshit. You’re wasting our time. She doesn’t remember anyway, so why even ask?”

and she wouldn’t remember even a single instance of it. All she’d do is stick by

the end. “What right do you have to

It was rare to see him display such

of his excessively violent tone, especially when it was targeted

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

a string of low laughter from him, which gradually morphed into a series

done laughing, he turned to Josephine, his frosty gaze

“Ungrateful bitch.”

behind himself, shielding her from his verbal onslaught.

insanity. Are you done paying your

deeply. The rapidly shifting emotions on his face resembled that of the ever-changing images on a computer screen.

redirected his gaze to Lewis, his face had returned to its

corpses?” He turned and glanced at the tombstones, his voice soft. “All I wanted was for them to see for themselves. what the beloved

can’t see, Seth. You’re only doing this now because you wish to clear your

raised a brow and smiled. “Lewis, are you happy?”

“Decently so.”

behind Lewis’ back. “Sure. I don’t think that happiness would last

least I’m capable of feeling it. Unlike you, Mr. Fairchild, who lives in resentment and will continue to do so until the end