What Separates Me and You

Chapter 415 Even for a Second



Mrs. Larson said, "I don't know. He was gone when I arrived in the morning. He might have gone out."

Josephine pursed her lips. "How did he recover so fast?"

Mrs. Larson smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to answer her. She simply made up a reason. "He's a man, and men are well-built."

Tilting her head, Josephine thought about it as she took a bun from the table and munched on it.

The news about Quintin's recovery had naturally reached Lewis. He was at Fowler Manor with Conrad, dressed in a suit and sitting with his legs folded. His eyes were cold and harsh. He looked his usual self except for his slightly pale complexion.

Damian wasn't acting as haughtily as before. Quintin was fine and was still guilty of claiming someone else's wife as his own; there were no words to justify his actions.

Quintin sat on the sofa like an obedient student in the same clothes. His face was dirty, his clothes were in rags, and he looked like a refugee from another country.

Damian put on a stern face. "Quintin, how long are you going to keep this up? Quickly get the divorce over with."

Quintin sighed with resignation and, with a hint of annoyance, said, "Gotcha."

Lewis held a cigarette between his fingers. His calm gaze fell on Quintin. "You won't go back on your words this time, Mr. Quintin?"

Quintin glared at him. "I'm a man of my word, unlike you!"

"You little brat! Watch your words!" Damian scolded.

Quintin cowered and simmered down. Although he was reluctant to divorce Josephine, he was creeped out after witnessing how brutal Lewis could be. It didn't matter as much to Quintin if Lewis went after him but he would get goosebumps at the thought of Lewis going crazy and hunting down his friends instead.

Lewis wasn't angered. He smiled and stood, saying, "I hope to see you at the City Hall at 2 pm then." At that, he cast the unfinished cigarette in the ashtray and left.

Meanwhile, Avery had just arrived at Josephine's ward in the hospital, but there were guards by the door. She tried to enter, but they stopped her from doing so. Also, Josephine couldn't recognize her, so Avery couldn't simply barge in. She was in a dilemma when she heard footsteps. Looking back, she saw Lewis walking toward her. Her temper flared up when she saw his seemingly decent appearance. Lewis stopped before her and judged her with brooding eyes.

Avery scoffed, "What are you looking at? Don't you remember me?"

Lewis looked at her with an indiscernible smile. "I can't believe you have the guts to return."

"Why can't I? Is Elysium all yours now?"

Lewis said, "Behave well now that you're back. If you stir up any more troubles, you won't be as lucky as the last time."

"Was I the one who stirred up trouble?" Avery extended her arms to block his way. "Lewis, let me ask you this. Have I ever done anything to hurt Josephine?"

Lewis glanced at the arms blocking his path and looked back at Avery. "Move."

"You selfish bastard. You accused me of stirring troubles simply because you didn't want Josephine to get to know someone other than you. Also, were you the one who aborted Josephine's baby?"

Lewis' eyes flickered. His gaze on Avery slowly turned cold. "You, an outsider, have no say in our affairs. Move. Don't make me say it the third time."

Avery's laughter bubbled with anger. "It's you. Lewis, do you even have a conscience? You've aborted two of your own children. Don't you feel the least bit of remorse? Oh, right. You don't have a conscience. You probably don't even know the meaning of remorse."

Lewis' frosty eyes fixated on her. Although he didn't fly into a temper, the temperature around them dropped several degrees.

Seeing that, Conrad stepped forward and pulled Avery aside. "Stop it. You shouldn't run off your mouth when you don't know anything."

Avery returned Lewis' cold gaze. "Then, tell me. How would I know if you don't tell me?"

Lewis ignored her and entered the ward.

Avery shook off Conrad and glared at him. "Why did you hold me back?"

Conrad huffed, "Do you want to be sent off again when you've only returned?"

Avery was unconvinced. "He can always try forcing me out of Elysium again!"

"You-What use is there in keeping up such a petty argument? Don't land yourself in trouble before you can even try to help."

Avery wanted to rebuke, but Conrad's words killed off her refute.

Josephine was undergoing infusion when Lewis entered. She had been having infusion therapy for many days. She was now asleep on the bed. The window was slightly ajar, allowing a mild breeze to enter the room. The brightly lit room enhanced her ghostly white face. Lewis sat beside her and watched her in silence.

Josephine was asleep for a long time. She only woke up when the doctor came to extract the needle. She felt pain in the back of her hand and gradually opened her eyes. Upon seeing Lewis beside her, she grinned at him.

"We'll go out this afternoon." He squeezed her hand and rubbed his finger against the dorsal part of her hand. He noticed the medical tape on her hand and the speck of blood on it.

Josephine shook her head. She rolled over and lay on her side, staring at Lewis. "We can't go out."

"Only for a while. We'll be back before you know it."

She gave it some thought. Observing his expression, she eventually agreed. "Okay."

Lewis smiled and brushed his finger against her cheek.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The doctor entered and said, "Mr. Alvarez, Ms. Woods says she wants to meet you."

"Get her to wait."

The doctor left without uttering another word and closed the door behind him.

Lewis accompanied Josephine for a while longer before leaving. Josephine still felt sleepy. Staring at the closed door, she slowly closed her eyes.

Sierra was still in the ICU but was doing much better than before. She didn't have to rely on a ventilator anymore.

Part of her face was still bandaged, and he could only see her facial features.

Sierra's eyes followed Lewis' movements. Her lips curled into a smile when she saw him sitting before her. "Lewis, you're here to see me."

"How do you feel today?"

Sierra sounded weak, and it took her a lot of effort to speak. "I don't feel well. Am I dying?" Before Lewis could say anything, she continued, "That will be a relief. You won't be in a dilemma if I'm dead." Her voice was crystal clear against the silence in the ward.

Indeed, her words stopped Lewis from saying anything else. He stared at Sierra without uttering a sound for a long while.

Sierra was now acceptant of his attitude toward her. Besides, she knew what she looked like now; she must be hideous. How would she ever be a good fit for him?

Lewis said, "Nonsense. You won't die."

Sierra's lips moved. "The doctor said I won't look how I used to even if I undergo plastic surgery."

"Looks aren't important."

"Will you marry me then?"

"Sierra, it's not because of your looks that I'm not marrying you."

Sierra stared at him for several seconds before saying feebly, "Then what's the reason? No one can stop you now, right?"

Lewis fell silent.

Sierra continued, "You like Josephine, don't you?"

Lewis' gaze lingered on Sierra's face before he averted it. "I don't know."

"What do you mean 'you don't know'? Hmm... You used to say you see her as your sister. Now you're giving me such a reply. It looks like you do harbor feelings for her." She lowered her eyes in disappointment. "Then what about me? Have you ever loved me, even for a second?"


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