What Separates Me and You

Chapter 230

Chapter 230 Do You Remember Me Today?

It was morning. The sunlight shone through the window and fell on Josephine’s ashen face.

Her eyelashes fluttered as her eyes slowly opened. The harsh rays were too dazzling for her, and she raised her hand to shield her eyes from them.

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As she turned, she saw the memo on the bedside. She picked it up and read it. After a long silence, she stuck it back.

The puppies were yapping outside the room. Something crossed Josephine’s mind, and she immediately ran out of the bedroom.

Then, she halted.

Lewis was squatting on the floor with his back toward her, feeding the puppies.

She wasn’t sure if he was Lewis by his silhouette, though.

Josephine stood where she was for some time before walking toward the man. She stood beside him, tilted her head, and saw a familiar face.

Lewis seemed to sense something, and he lifted his head to glance at Josephine.

Josephine blinked. Then, she swept her gaze across the room, scrutinizing the room which seemed unfamiliar to her. Her questioning gaze fell on Lewis’ face.

Lewis stood and turned his head slightly to stare at her, waiting.

Several moments later, Josephine signed, “Why are we here?”

Lewis saw her dancing fingers and seemed to fall into a trance.

Josephine noticed he was zoning out and reached out to tug his sleeve. Lewis regained his senses and said in a low voice. “We’re here to check on the puppies.”

Her gaze fell on the puppies.

He wasn’t very convincing.

Lewis touched her face and asked, “Can you recall anything?”

Josephine shook her head. She couldn’t remember anything besides her illness. To be precise, she couldn’t remember how she ended up here.

Lewis lifted a brow discreetly. He bent and scooped the puppies, still eating, into his arms and casually returned them to the cage.

Then, he held Josephine’s hand. “Now that you’re awake, let’s go.”

Josephine was dazed. She didn’t know what else to do besides following Lewis.

Lewis put the cage in the car and jerked his head, urging Josephine to go inside.

Josephine did as told. Dazed, she fastened her seatbelt and followed him back to Styx Mansion in confusion.

Lewis released the puppies. Retrieving a bag of dog food from the storeroom, he poured some for the puppies to continue eating.

Then, he passed Josephine two notebooks.

Josephine flipped through them on her own accord. On it was everything that had happened

recently and where she was working. But there were quite a number of torn pages in the notebook too.

She finished reading in seconds but didn’t gather anything useful. She put down the notebook and signed, “Why is this torn?”

Lewis said matter-of-factly, “You did that. How would I know?”

Josephine’s brows knitted deeper. Why would she tear out these pages?

Just then, Dr. Halliday arrived. He brought with him bags of ingredients. The first thing he did. when he entered was greet Josephine and ask her out of habit, “Miss Vance, do you remember me today?”

Josephine nodded. She remembered him.

Weirdly enough, although she remembered him, all she knew was his name and his job, nothing else.

It was her first time having this kind of illness. Josephine couldn’t understand why that would happen. Maybe that was the effect.

Lewis sat beside her. He held her legs and examined her wounds. “Are your legs hurting today?

Josephine nodded slightly and signed, “Not much. It itches slightly.”

“The itchiness is normal. It means the scab is forming. Don’t scratch it. It will be fine soon.”

Josephine signed, “What happened to my legs?”

Lewis fell silent momentarily before answering, “You had a fall.”

Josephine frowned. She couldn’t imagine how the fall was for her to injure her legs at such an angle.

Lewis raised his hand and caressed Josephine’s cheek, his eyes brimming with emotions Josephine couldn’t fathom.

However, it was peculiar, and she felt a sudden urge to cry-she felt upset all of a sudden.

Soon, Dr. Halliday finished preparing their meals. He walked out in an apron and beckoned them, “Miss Vance, Mr. Alvarez, the meal is ready.”

Lewis was back to his usual self. He said indifferently to Josephine, “You go first.”

Josephine signed, “What about you?”

“I’ll be there soon.”

Josephine stared at him for some time before she nodded and got up to enter the dining hall, whereas Lewis summoned Dr. Halliday to the study.

As Dr. Halliday stood in the study, he felt tension in the air, and his heart leaped from his stomach.

Lewis’ cold stare fell on his face like a guillotine hovering above him. Dr. Halliday’s head drooped more and more. Lastly, he didn’t even dare to make a sound when he breathed.

Dr. Halliday couldn’t take Lewis’ death stare anymore and initiated the conversation, “M-Mr. Alvarez, do you have anything you want to ask me?”

Lewis lit a cigarette, his brows furrowed.

Dr. Halliday waited and waited. He gulped and mustered the courage to look at Lewis.

Although he was dressed in the same old suit and looked as sturdy and handsome as before, his face was a picture of sorrow. Amidst the wisps of smoke, his expression looked as empty as

ever.

Dr. Halliday asked again, “Mr. Alvarez? I’ll take my leave if there’s nothing else-”

Before he could finish speaking, Lewis asked, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Dr. Halliday was stunned. He pondered on it but couldn’t quite catch which incident he was speaking of. He asked warily, “Are you talking about madam’s health condition?”

Lewis cast him a glance. He didn’t explain himself. “Go on.”

His words triggered a torrent of sweat rolling down Dr. Halliday’s forehead.

Lewis stopped there and urged him to talk. He was obviously trying to worm something out of Dr. Halliday. Was he doomed if what he said couldn’t satisfy Lewis?

“What? You can’t be ignorant of her condition as a doctor.”

Dr. Halliday shuddered and immediately said, “I do know something about it, of course. But previously, you…” He glanced at Lewis’ expression and continued softly, “You said you didn’t want to know anything about Miss Vance, didn’t you?”

The room seemed to turn colder when he finished speaking, so much so that he shivered.

“I’m giving you another chance. Now, speak.” Lewis’ voice was calm but stem.

Dr. Halliday braced himself and stuttered, “Madam is sick.”

Lewis said nothing. He waited in silence, halfway through the cigarette between his fingers. White ash could be seen dangling off one end of the cigarette.

During the long silence, the ash finally gave way and fell onto the ebony table.

Dr. Halliday gathered his courage and decisively said, “She’s having Alzheimer’s. I wanted to inform you about it when you planned to get the divorce, but…”

Lewis’ expression didn’t change. He raised his hand and snuffed the cigarette out in the ashtray. He sounded casual as he asked, “What are the effects of the condition?”

“You saw it… She’ll get more and more forgetful.”

“I mean, what will happen to her in the future?”