What Separates Me and You

Chapter 180

Chapter 180 Coward

She struggled to maintain a smile on her face as she spoke into the microphone. “Considering that he’s right by my side,” she began, her voice carefully measured, “I believe there’s not need for me to elaborate on our relationship any further, correct? It’s simply his nature. He isn’t fond of such events and prefers to keep his personal life from the public eye. That’s why he rarely grants interviews. Therefore, I kindly request that you refrain from inquiring about the nature of my relationship with Lewis. All I can say is if we truly had the kind of scandalous relationship that everyone is betting their dollar on, he wouldn’t be standing here with me.”

Through those words, she made it clear to the reporters and the viewers at home that Lewis had willingly shown up at the press conference. Despite the exact nature of their relationship, his presence there served as a concrete testament to the value he placed on her.

At the very least, it indicated that her status in his heart was unshakable.

Based on his attitude toward the reporters just now, everyone could tell that he was unwilling to attend the press conference. But he came nonetheless. So, what did that insinuate?

It showed that he cherished Sierra.

The two stood before the screen- one elegant and graceful, the other confident and poised. They were indeed a perfect match.

At some point, Seth seated himself next to Josephine. “How do you feel?”

Josephine turned her head to glance at him, her gaze flickering for a moment before she silently lowered her head. What could she feel? She felt nothing.

Seth clicked his tongue and twirled a strand of Josephine’s hair that was sitting on her shoulder. Then, he teasingly said, “You can’t bear to leave even now. You’re even more

pathetic than I imagined.”

Josephine was slightly taken aback. She bit her lip and didn’t retort.

Seth’s finger moved to her chin. Turning her face toward him, he scrutinized her expression with a sharp and intense gaze. “Josephine, come with me. What do you think of me taking you away from here?”

Josephine turned her head away, but he swiftly turned it back to face him.

“What are you afraid of? Are you afraid I’ll hit you?” He even found it amusing as he said it

himself.

Josephine’s hands clenched into fists reflexively. She was afraid to move recklessly because he could slap her anytime.

Seth asked, “Why haven’t you remembered yet? You’ve conveniently forgotten all about it, haven’t you? How frustrating.” All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Chapter 180 Coward

As he spoke, the smile vanished from his face. He suddenly grabbed Josephine’s hair and yanked her closer. “Tell me, do you deserve to die for forgetting?”

Josephine winced as he tugged her scalp, tears welling up in her eyes.

Seeing her in such a pathetic state, Seth regained his smile. “Don’t be afraid. I’m currently in a cooperative relationship with Lewis. I won’t hit you.”

With that, he released Josephine’s hair. The next moment, he rose and walked out of the room without looking back. The sound of the door closing made Josephine flinch. She fell silent for a while, subsequently recalling that her bag was nearby.

She quickly got off the bed and grabbed her bag from the chair. Soon, she had her notebook in

her hands.

Just as she was about to write something, she looked up at the TV screen and tightened her grip on the notebook Soundlessly, she turned off the television with the remote control.

She lay on the bed, writing down everything she could remember. But when it came to writing. about the scene between Sierra and Lewis at Styx Mansion, her hand paused, and she crossed out the words she’d just written. She decided not to write them.

What was the point of recording things she was so eager to forget?

She put the notebook into her bag and changed into her clothes that were left aside. Carrying. her backpack, she walked out.

As she descended the stairs, she saw Seth sitting on the sofa, drinking coffee. He was still wearing that dark red tuxedo. His slightly curled short hair was tucked behind his ears, with at few loose strands caressing his cheeks.

His attire was reminiscent of the tasteful outfits worn by men during the glamorous flapper era, as described by Daphne. It gave off a completely different temperament from when he wore a business suit. The tuxedo made him look suave, while the business suit made him appear noble and elegant.

However, to Josephine, nothing he wore could conceal the innate darkness he held within him now that she’d seen his true colors.

She’d initially intended to leave, but when she reached Seth’s side, she paused again. Clutching her bag, she nervously looked at him, afraid he wouldn’t let her go. In contrast to her

wariness, Seth leisurely sipped his coffee without even lifting his gaze.

Since he didn’t say anything, Josephine lowered her head and walked past him.

“Walt.”

Josephine’s steps halted, and she nervously looked up at him.

Suddenly, Seth threw an unidentified object at her. It landed perfectly in b

instinctively caught it.

Upon closer inspection, it was a wallet. She opened the wallet and was astonished to find a considerable sum of money, all in bills of a hundred dollars. She looked at Seth in confusion, not quite understanding his actions.

A mysterious and inscrutable smile curled up on the corners of Seth’s lips. “Take it. You don’t have any money now, do you? Remember to pay me back.”

Clutching the wallet, Josephine was unsure whether she should accept it. She thought of that night when Lewis had walked past her without mercy, the red exclamation mark on her phone. screen, and the scene from the television just now.

Josephine took a deep breath, grabbed the wallet, and walked away. Seth’s smile deepened. when he saw her accepting it.

With some money in hand, Josephine felt slightly more confident. She hailed a taxi and returned to Styx Mansion.

Standing at the entrance and after looking at the villa for some time, she took two deep breaths and pressed the doorbell. Upon hearing the familiar doorbell, she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of bitterness. She never expected that she would be ringing the doorbell here one day.

Unexpectedly, no response came from inside.

Josephine pressed the doorbell a few more times, but the result was the same. “Could it be that he hadn’t returned yet?” she wondered.

Thinking of that, Josephine took out her phone and found Lewis’ number, hesitating for a while before dialing it. She wanted a definite resolution to this matter and didn’t want to torment herself anymore by constantly swaying back and forth. Since he mentioned divorce, they should just part ways and cut all ties.

She waited silently for the call to connect. The ringing went on for a long time, causing her chest to rise and fall with each ring.

After an agonizing wait, a mechanical voice suddenly sounded from her phone. “I’m sorry, the number you have dialed is currently busy…”

He had hung up on her.

Josephine grasped her phone in confusion, standing at the mansion’s entrance like a fool, not knowing where to go or what to do. She couldn’t understand what Lewis meant. After mentioning a divorce, he blocked her on Whatsapp and refused to answer her calls. What he playing at?

She let out a sigh and stubbornly dialed his number again, unwilling to give up. But the call couldn’t even go through.

At that moment, a word suddenly popped into her mind-coward.

She didn’t know why she had such a thought, but Lewis’ behavior right then was just like an ostrich hiding its head in the sand. She had already worked up the courage to face the end of their marriage, but why was he running away instead?

Was it because he didn’t love Sierra enough or because he couldn’t swallow his pride and simply didn’t want to see her happy?

Josephine heaved a sigh and took a taxi to the company.

After searching around the office, Conrad told her that Lewis hadn’t been to the company for three days. Josephine looked at the empty office, lowered her head in disappointment, and left the company.

Then she took another taxi to Alvarez Manor.

When she arrived at Alvarez Manor, the atmosphere was still somewhat oppressive there. The servants were busy with their tasks, and no one dared to speak loudly.

Even before entering, she could hear the cries of a baby-it was Bambam crying.

Josephine hesitated at the door for a moment. Lifting one foot and then the other, she resolutely stepped forward and walked in.

“Master Lewis, please hand Young Master Baron to me. He is difficult to pacify,” the nanny requested helplessly.

Lewis came back yesterday, but he didn’t do anything besides holding and playing with Bambam. Sadly, it seemed that Bambam didn’t like him very much. He’d stopped crying after the nanny soothed him. But as soon as he was in Lewis’ arms, he would start wailing again.

The nanny initially thought it was a coincidence. Still, after several different attempts ending in a similar outcome, she could only come to the conclusion that Baron didn’t like his uncle.

Josephine stood at the door, watching Lewis holding the baby with a serious expression. He stared at the child in his arms, his brows furrowed tightly, seemingly displeased.

The more the child cried, the tighter he held on, as if he was in a contest with the child.

When the nanny looked up and saw Josephine entering, she was immensely relieved and quickly exclaimed, “Madam, you’re back!”