What Separates Me and You

Chapter 191

Chapter 191 What Had She Done Wrong

An irate tone crept into Lewis’ voice. “Which part of that did you not understand?”

Flinching, Dr. Halliday paused before saying, “A-Alright.” Not daring to utter another word, he hung up, thinking, “That was terrifying

In the office, Lewis loosened his necktie. Finding it a hindrance, he snatched it off and cast it on the table. Because of his excessive force, two of his buttons popped off.

Kiran knocked on the door before entering.

He glanced at the necktie on the table and the buttons that fell on the floor quite a distance. away before saying, “Chairman Alvarez, has something unpleasant happened?”

Lewis leaned back in his chair and lit a cigarette. Then, he cast Kiran a glance with an aloof expression as though the burst of temper seconds ago was only a hallucination. “What kind of unpleasant incident do you hope to hear about, President Kiran?”

Kiran adjusted his glasses and said, “I hoped for nothing of the sort.”

“Then why are you asking?”

Kiran was rendered speechless for a while. Then, he immediately apologized, “I’m sorry for being intrusive.” He handed the documents he was holding to Lewis and continued, “Two documents are waiting for your approval.”

“Leave it.”

Without saying anything else, Kiran left the documents on the table and left.

Lewis watched him leave with narrowed eyes. Suddenly, he doused the cigarette he was holding.

Dr. Halliday waited the entire day for Lewis, but Lewis didn’t turn up.

It seemed like he had decided not to care about Josephine.

Josephine looked sweet and gentle, but she was really an obstinate person. She refused to open the door despite Dr. Halliday’s persuasion.

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Dr. Halliday was squatting before Josephine’s door, feeling sleepy, when he heard a torrent of footsteps. He jerked awake and saw Lewis walking toward him with several bodyguards.

He quickly stood and greeted, “Mr. Alvarez.”

Indifferent, Lewis shot him an expressionless glance. “Is she still inside?”

Dr. Halliday bobbed his head up and down at high speed. “That’s right. It’s been two days. I’ve

already served her food three times today.”

He pointed to the tray beside him as he spoke, indicating he had tried his best.

Lewis went past him and came to the door. He twisted the doorknob. Realizing it was locked, he stepped back and instructed, “Kick down the door.”

Several bodyguards came to the front and started kicking the door, forcing it open after several thuds. The door would have flown off its hinges if it wasn’t that sturdy.

The door swung open and rebounded after hitting the wall. Before it could close, Lewis reached out with his slender hand and stopped it.

He opened the door and waltzed in.

Dr. Halliday immediately entered after him with the food tray.

Josephine was curled up on the bed with her back facing the door, hugging her wretched bag. She didn’t realize the bedroom door was already forced. open.

Lewis helped her up. She was just as pale as the other day, and her cracked lips spoke of the amount of water she drank for the past two days, which was none.

Dr. Halliday took the initiative to conduct a checkup on her. A minute later, he timidly said, She has fainted from starvation.”

After he said that, he stole a glimpse at Lewis’ face but observed nothing-Lewis was remarkably calm.

Lewis raised his hand. Dr. Halliday understood his gesture and placed the bowl of broth on his palm before leaving.

Lewis scooped a spoonful of broth and fed it to Josephine. When he failed, he forced the into her mouth.

spoon

As Josephine inhaled, the broth flowed into her airway. She started coughing irresistibly.” Cough!”

She coughed very hard and gradually opened her eyes. Her vision was blurred, and she couldn’t distinguish the figure before her.

She slowly lifted her hand, trying to touch the face before her. Suddenly, her vision regained. clarity. Her eyes flickered, and she immediately dropped her hand.

Supporting her body, Lewis continued feeding her the broth. Josephine closed her turned her head to one side.

eyes

and

Lewis glowered. With a swift movement, the hand holding Josephine’s shoulders reached forward to grab her chin. The pain forced Josephine to open her mouth.

The warm broth instantly flowed into her throat. She coughed and spluttered, coughing out

most of the broth.

The cough was unbearable. Some of the broth even entered her nasal cavity, and the irritation caused her eyes to redden, which stood out against her pale complexion and were

exceptionally alluring, like roses blooming in the barren desert.

Lewis’ expression didn’t change one bit. He kept feeding her spoonful after spoonful of broth regardless of her cough.

Josephine raised her hand weakly to shove the bowl aside, but she was too weak, and her fingers fell on his arm instead, like she was caressing him.

Desperately, she clenched her teeth firmly and refused to take in any more broth.

Lewis then tightened his grip on her chin, his grip so strong it felt like he was trying to crush her bone.

Josephine couldn’t endure the pain and reluctantly opened her mouth. Lewis fed her another spoonful of broth patiently.

Josephine gave up struggling and swallowed the broth.

The room fell silent except for the clinking sound when the spoon came in contact with the bowl.

After finishing the entire bowl, Lewis put down the bowl and released Josephine. He turned to leave.

Before he could, Josephine clutched a corner of his trench coat.

He tilted his head and looked at her with a serene gaze.

Josephine stared back with tears in her eyes; she looked pitiful. She opened her mouth and forced out two words, “Go… out…”

“Why do you want to go out?”

“Divo… M-Mrs….”

Lewis grabbed his coat and snatched it out of her hands. Josephine lost her grip on it, and her hand fell limply onto the bed.

Without a word, Lewis left.

Josephine dragged her heavy body down the bed. Her legs gave way before she could balance. herself, and she crashed to the floor.

Using all her limbs, she crawled with much difficulty toward the door, trying to catch up with

Lewis.

However, before she could reach it, the door closed.

Josephine lay on the icy floor, staring intently at the door, and tears rolled out her eyes.

Why… She couldn’t understand the treatment she received from Lewis.

He was unendingly doting and forgiving toward Sierra but brutally cold and cruel toward her.

He didn’t love her but refused to let her go.

It was now a luxury just to exit this door.

What had she done wrong?

Sprawled on the floor, Josephine bit her palm as she cried her heart out in silence.

The weariness of being in despair overwhelmed her once again. She tilted her head and spotted the bowl by the bed.

Her eyes gleamed fierily as she stared at it, and her breathing grew rapid.

When she regained her senses, she had already crawled across the room, and her hand was on the tray.

With a gentle tug, the tray toppled, and the bowl dropped to the floor, shattering into pieces.

Trembling, Josephine picked up a shard and aimed the sharp edge at her wrist.

She pressed it against her skin and, without hesitation, put all her strength into it as she

slashed her wrist.

The first slash drew no blood. It only ripped her skin and tissue apart, revealing the red flesh beneath the gash.

She held her breath and aimed the shard at the wound. Then, she slashed again.