What Separates Me and You

Chapter 166 Never Mention That Word

Quintin looked back at her several times but still did not get a response from Josephine. He guessed

she probably didn’t feel like talking about it, so he decided not to ask further.

The journey back to Styx Mansion was silent.

“You live here, right? I thought I remembered seeing you here before,” Quintin recalled.

The first time he saw her, she was weeping sorrowfully in the middle of the road. Although he didn’t

know what had happened to her, her tearful appearance left a strong impression on him.

Unable to resist seeing her like that, he approached and helped her up. She then looked up at him, and

since then, her watery eyes were carved in his mind..

Josephine nodded and thanked him.

Quintin got out of the car and opened the door for her. “Be careful. The car is a bit high,” he said while

helping Josephine.

However, as soon as Josephine stepped out of the car, another vehicle suddenly appeared and came

to a steady stop behind the van.

As Josephine caught sight of the car, a surge of adrenaline coursed through her body, electrifying her

veins and causing a numbing sensation in her limbs.

After the car came to a halt, Conrad stepped out from inside, then went around to the back to open the

rear door.

Quintin also fixed his gaze on the person emerging from the car. Eyes devoid of emotion, Lewis

stepped out and scanned the two. He tugged at the collar of his black trench coat and slowly walked

toward Josephine.

Quintin greeted him, “President Alvarez, I’ve brought your sister back.”

Lewis’ gaze swept over Quintin before finally resting on Josephine’s face. “Is that what she told you?”

Confused, Quintin was stunned.

Suddenly, Lewis pulled Josephine into his embrace and wrapped his arm around her waist before

looking at Quintin. “Well, thank you, Mr. Quintin, for bringing my sister back.”

Lewis’ tone was calm, but the word “sister” had an ambiguous ring to it for Quintin.

Perhaps it was the pause Lewis made before uttering those words, or maybe it was the way his hand

held onto Josephine’s waist, but Quintin couldn’t shake off the strange feeling that lingered in his heart.

Yet he didn’t bother dwelling on it any further. He waved at Lewis. “Goodbye, President

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Alvarez.”

With that, Quintin got into his van and drove away, disappearing into the distance.

Lewis’ deep, dark eyes remained fixed on the departing vehicle before he turned back to look at

Josephine.

Josephine pursed her lips tightly. She wanted to free herself from his grip, but his hands were iron-

clamped to her waist.

Lewis pulled her closer, causing her to lean into his embrace.

He lowered his gaze and spoke softly, “Did you have a good time, sister?”

His last word pierced her heart like a sharp needle.

Josephine turned away, refusing to meet his gaze because she knew how cold and scornful they would

look.

Lewis caressed her cheek with his fingers, inch by inch, until they reached her forehead.

Suddenly, Josephine felt a sharp pain.

She abruptly lifted her head and saw Lewis tearing off the bandage from her forehead. He glanced at it

before casually tossing it onto the ground.

Then, he tidied her disheveled hair with care. Her hair and clothes were left dirty when the Husky

pounded on her earlier.

His movements were slow and gentle, but Josephine couldn’t sense any emotion in them.

It was like how she would compulsively overeat when feeling down, not due to hunger or desire but to

release pent-up emotions.

Lewis’ actions evoked a similar feeling.

Chilled by the cold wind, Josephine shivered. The sky was still drizzling.

“How did you get yourself so dirty?” Lewis suddenly spoke. Then, he took her hand and led her towards

the house. Josephine trotted behind him unsteadily until they reached the

bathroom.

Upon seeing the bathroom, she inexplicably felt a sense of resistance.

He pressed Josephine onto the stool in the bathroom and picked up the showerhead to adjust the

water temperature. “Take off your clothes.”

Josephine kept her head down and remained silent. Fingers interlocked, she didn’t move.

Lewis looked down at her and spoke again. “I said take your clothes off.”

This time, his tone was commanding with a hint of anger.

Still, Josephine didn’t budge.

Suddenly, Lewis set the showerhead aside and bent down to personally help her undress.

Josephine hugged herself and turned her body away as if challenging his actions.

The next second, Lewis grabbed her shoulders and turned her around. He then forcefully. removed her

coat and tossed it aside.

Josephine lifted her hand to push him away, but her efforts proved futile. At that very moment, he

effortlessly stripped off her sweater as well.

She despised his hypocritical behavior, detested his inconsistent treatment, and loathed how he

restricted her despite lacking love for her-above all…that news article.

Overwhelmed by a wave of helplessness and an uncontrollable surge of anger, Josephine stood up,

balled her fists, and struck out aimlessly at him.

However, her blows barely had any impact on the man.

Effortlessly, he firmly grasped her wrists, pushing her back until she stumbled and leaned against the

wall.

He then raised her hands and pressed them against the wall.

Josephine lifted her head. Her eyes were red as she glared at him.

She wasn’t good at hiding her emotions, especially in front of him. Therefore, her resentment and

grievances were evident in her clear eyes.

Lewis silently observed her without uttering a word.

For a moment, only the sound of rushing water filled the room. The water from the showerhead hit the

wall, splashing droplets onto Lewis’ coat and forming dark spots that stood out against its already black

fabric.

The two of them locked gazes in the misty atmosphere.

Apart from his slightly furrowed brow, Josephine couldn’t make out any emotions on his face.

“What exactly do you want?” he finally spoke, but it was a question Josephine couldn’t answer.

He couldn’t give her what she wanted.

“Weren’t we fine before?” Lewis continued, using his other hand to lift her chin. “Tell me, what do you

want?”

Josephine stared straight into his eyes, her gaze flickering.

He was the only one who thought everything was fine. He didn’t have to care about Josphine’s

thoughts and feelings. Everything was fine as long as she obediently followed his commands and

obeyed him unconditionally.

Her resistance now became nothing more than a temper tantrum in his eyes.

If it weren’t for the hope he repeatedly instilled in her, she might have remained disappointed all along.

However, the hope and disappointment he gave her had nearly extinguished her overflowing affection

for him. She was exhausted.

Taking a deep breath, Josephine parted her lips to speak. “I want a div…”

“Never mention that word,” Lewis interrupted her, his tone resembling a reprimand towards a

disobedient child.

Josephine pressed her lips together and fell silent.

Caressing her chin with his fingertips, Lewis contemplated before saying, “Avery must have corrupted

you.”

The emotions that had just subsided within Josephine surged again when she heard that.

She struggled to break free from his grasp, using even her legs in the attempt.

Lewis’ gaze turned cold. He raised his slender leg and placed it between Josephine’s. Her body

swayed, and her feet left the ground before she ended up sitting on his lap.