What Separates Me and You

Chapter 187

Chapter 187 Play Dumb

Lewis’ and Nancy’s gazes were locked in a glaring contest. The more Nancy thought about it, the angrier she grew, and her fingernails dug into the flesh on her palm. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

She would never allow him to disobey her or touch those working for her because of another

woman!

After some time, Lewis suddenly said, “It’s not me, of course.”

Nancy’s brow twitched. “You didn’t take Mrs. Harrold away?”

“Naturally.”

“Alright, I’ll believe you, but I’ll come after you if I can’t find her still.”

Lewis chuckled; his chuckle was unfeeling.

He slowly rose and lowered his eyes to look at Nancy. “How’s that any different from accusing me of the deed?”

“Mrs. Harrold has been with me for many years and is one of the very few people I can trust. She must come back in one piece.” Nancy returned his gaze with an intent stare and made her

stand clear.

“Well, I wish you all the best in getting her back soon.”

Lewis stuffed his hands in his pockets and turned to leave.

Nancy shouted after him, “Lewis, when are you going to get your divorce certificate?”

But Lewis didn’t answer her and left resolutely.

The rain was still pouring.

It was already midnight when Lewis returned to Styx Mansion. The rain poured heavier than ever, trying to drown everything on land. 1

Dr. Halliday was deeply asleep on the sofa; not even the thunder could wake him, so it was natural he remained asleep when Lewis came in.

A kick to his side roused him from his slumber.

Dr. Halliday opened his sleepy eyes. The moment he saw the man standing before him, he snapped wide awake and was immediately brimming with vigor.

“Mr. Alvarez, you’re back!”

“Has she awakened?”

“Yes, she has. She woke up long ago but may have gone back to sleep by now.”

Lewis nodded and went upstairs.

He opened the bedroom door and saw Josephine sitting on the bed.

Unfazed, she stared at the man at the doorway with a serene expression.

The only thing was that her fingers were aching dully. The ache was a constant reminder of the previous events.

She couldn’t forget such haunting memories even if she tried.

Images of how she eventually signed the papers and the blood stains on them were etched into

her memories.

Lewis walked toward her, and her eyes followed his movements.

The air around him was chilly, and his sleeves were damp. His touch was cold when he caressed her face, the moisture on his sleeve further intensifying the coolness of his touch.

Josephine turned her head slightly and avoided his touch.

Lewis wasn’t pushy. He withdrew his hand and asked, “Are you feeling better?”

Josephine nodded, and that was all to her response.

Lewis’ gaze fell on her fingers again. “Are your fingers still painful?”

Josephine shook her head.

”

He seemed to be muttering to himself as he continued to say, “The divorce agreement

Josephine’s head jerked toward him, her eyes gleaming, worried he would break his word.

Lewis sensed her anxiety and stopped speaking.

He gazed at her steadily, the emotions swirling in his eyes incomprehensible to Josephine.

After several moments, she heard him say, “We’ll get the divorce when you’ve recovered.”

Josephine’s fingers curled around the sheets subconsciously. She even forgot about the pain.

It wasn’t as she expected; they were talking about the divorce with unusual calmness, a stark contrast to Lewis’ wrath and madness whenever they discussed the divorce previously.

The calmness in his voice was as though he was merely inviting her to get some delicious food after her recovery.

Perhaps he was tired of it, too, just like she was whenever she saw him with Sierra.

Everything became tiring when it happened too frequently.

Josephine lowered her eyes and nodded in agreement.

Saying nothing more, he promptly stood and glowered as he left.

Josephine jumped off the bed and darted at him, grabbing his arm.

Lewis halted and turned to look at her after several seconds.

Josephine gradually released her grip and signed, “Mrs. Jinkins…

”

With the bandage, she couldn’t sign as deftly and accurately as before. She wondered if he

could read her.

Lewis’ placated anger started boiling again because of her gestures. “I don’t understand,” he spat, seething as he slammed the door shut behind him. The airflow from the slam twiddled with a few strands of Jospehine’s hair.

Dazed, she stood by the door, wearing a blank look.

She wondered if that was truly the case or if he blatantly refused to understand.

She smiled self-depreciatingly and thought, “Not that it mattered.” She couldn’t wake a person who was pretending to be asleep. It was just his usual trick-to play dumb.

Lewis received a call from Conrad on his way downstairs.

Before Conrad could speak, he heard Lewis’ voice, tinged with fury, saying, “You’d better have a good reason for calling.”

“S-Sir, I do, indeed. Mary Jinkins is gone.”

“What?”

“Mary Jinkins, the one madam referred to as Mrs. Jinkins. The hospital just called to tell me she’s gone. She didn’t return all night.” Conrad sounded out of breath, like he was walking when he spoke. “I’m searching for her with a team of men. I thought she most likely went for a stroll, but she hadn’t returned at this hour. I wonder where she is.”

Lewis frowned and stole a glimpse at the second floor. Walking out, he spoke into the phone, Have you searched Patrick’s home?”

“I have. That was the first thing I did, but he said Mary hadn’t been there. He didn’t seem to be lying to me, so I’m on my way to the landfill.”

“Okay. Inform me when you find her.” Lewis hung up and cast his phone on the sofa.

Dr. Halliday was still there. He held his breath and stood in the corner of the room like a potted plant, hoping Lewis wouldn’t notice him.

Regretfully, Lewis spotted him at once.

Dr. Halliday curled his lips into an awkward but polite smile.

“Talk about this, and I’ll guarantee you won’t see the morning sun.” Lewis scrutinized Dr.

Halliday’s face; he looked like he was planning ways to do away with Dr. Halliday.

Dr. Halliday was devastated as he screamed internally that he had heard nothing!

Nevertheless, he mustered his courage. “I d-didn’t hear anything and would never talk of it, I swear!”

Lewis stopped talking to him and left.

Dr. Halliday sighed in relief as he patted his chest to soothe himself.

Meanwhile, Conrad drove through the rain with the bodyguards toward the shed Mrs. Jinkins

used to live in.

It had been vacant for a long time. The continuous rain for the past few days wrecked the whole place, covering the doorway curtain and everything else inside in mud.

Conrad flipped the doorway curtain aside. Bugs littered the insides of the shed. When light entered, the bugs scuttled all over the pile of junk.

He frowned as he put down the curtain. He told his subordinates, “Spread out and search.”

“Yes, sir.”

The bodyguards went in different directions and soon disappeared into the night.

Conrad searched nearby. The landfill was vast, and there was a forest behind it. There were many hiding spots within the landfill too.

But he couldn’t understand; Mrs. Jinkins was an elderly, penniless woman with reduced. mobility. Where could she go in such a short time?

Soon, one of the bodyguards ran back, panting as he said, “W-We found her.”

“Where is she? Why don’t you bring her over?”

The man pointed at the spot he found her with a complicated expression. “Y-You might want to see for yourself.”

Conrad’s expression grew serious as he dashed over.