What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 102

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The shade of Damian’s face flickered between pale white and dark purple as he anxiously waited for his son’s return. 

Sierra held Lewis’ hand while leaning closer to whisper, “Come now, darling, let’s drop this and leave. It’s not that big of a deal.” 

She worried that her reputation would tarnish if Quintin returned and told everyone about Lewis locking Josephine in his car. Although Lewis would undoubtedly defend her honor, she still felt anxious; after all, she had a hand in letting Lewis lock Josephine up. Plus, she hated the idea of people comparing her, a mistress, to Josephine, Lewis’ wife. 

Lewis merely glanced at Sierra while speaking curtly. “You should head home. I’m not driving you back.” 

Jealousy gnawing at her heart, she grabbed his arm tightly and murmured, “No, I want you to drive me home.” 

“Come now. Please behave, okay?” Lewis replied warmly, but his narrowed eyes told a 

different story. 

Anger flickered on Sierra’s face. She gritted her teeth, still refusing to relent. “I’ll wait for you here, then.” 

“Whatever you wish.” Lewis no longer paid attention to her, nor did he plan to wait for 

Quintin’s return. He got into the driver’s seat of his Maybach. Then, he frowned at Sierra, who hopped into the front passenger seat. 

The latter buckled up her seatbelt before beaming. “Don’t worry. I don’t need you to send me home. I just want to go with you.” 

She knew what Lewis was up to and didn’t want him to be alone with Josephine, so she insisted on tagging along. 

“Are you sure you want to join me?” Lewis asked. 

“Yeah.” She nodded. “Am I not allowed to? I haven’t seen you in days! Can’t I spend a little more time with you?” 

Lewis gazed at her momentarily but then looked ahead and drove down the road. 

It wasn’t long after the two left that Quintin returned to the hotel. He exited his car and approached Damian. “What’s up, Dad?” 

Just then, Damian brought out a leather belt from nowhere and beat Quintin with it. 

“Argh!” Quintin groaned, retreating a few steps back as he clutched his sore forearm. With brows narrowing into a deep V, he growled, “What the hell, Dad? Are you crazy?” 

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Damian pointed the leather belt at the former, his body trembling with rage. “You good for nothing, rotten piece of shit! All you ever do is give me trouble! I should beat you to death for it!” 

With that, his fingers wound around the belt tighter as he struck Quintin with it again. 

However, Quintin didn’t allow it to happen like before. He took off and yelled some distance away, “Dad, someone was in the car! Why won’t you believe me? I saved a life today- 

” 

“Shut up! You’re always picking up wretched traits from your sneaky, disreputable friend! How did I birth such a worthless rebel like you?” While saying that, Damian ignored the watchful eyes of the many bystanders as he chased after Quintin with the belt. 

People began snickering at the father and son duo that chased one another in the hotel like unhinged chickens. Many were amused, but this wasn’t the first time they had witnessed this. After all, Quintin was renowned for misbehaving. 

Before, appearance mattered to Damian, so he didn’t punish his son publicly. However, his son had crossed the line today. Quintin had offended the esteemed Lewis by breaking into the latter’s car and stealing the latter’s dog. It pissed off Damian, who could no longer care about keeping up appearances. All he wanted to do now was beat his son to death. 

Quintin ran and dodged the former’s blows. He had no choice but to get back into his car and yell, “Jack, let’s beat it!” 

“On it!” Jack replied, his foot slamming hard onto the accelerator while he drove himself and Quintin away from the hotel. They fled so abruptly that they broke the railing at the hotel’s. 

entrance. 

Watching the two escape angered Damian so much that his heart pounded fervently. Het clutched his chest, heaving to the point of fainting. Fortunately, someone supported him before he fell. 

“Where are we going, Quintin?” Jack asked, his eyes looking at Quintin through the rearview mirror. “Oh damn, I bet your dad’s cutting you off again!” 

Drained of all energy, Quintin slumped against the backseat while he replied, “Whatever, I don’t need his money.” 

Suddenly, he recalled the pitiful Josephine’s face and tensed up. A brief pause passed, then he relented, patting the seat before him. “Let’s go to the hospital.” 

“What? Why?” 

“For money, duh! I’m losing my allowance because of her. It’s only fair that I get it back from her. Otherwise, how will we eat?” 

It was a reasonable excuse, so Jack agreed. “Fine.” 

Turning a sharp corner, the two headed for the hospital again. 

Josephine remained unconscious when the two arrived. She was still wearing an oxygen mask, and the insides of it had become cloudy. Quintin bent over to examine the former for some time. Alas, he couldn’t tell if she was waking up anytime soon. 

Roughly half an hour went by before Josephine stirred. She gasped hard, her eyes flinging wide open as fatigue took over. Worse, Josephine even found it taxing to wiggle her fingers. It was as though all her energy had gotten spent once she gasped for air. 

“Quintin, she’s awake!” Jack exclaimed while turning around to look at Quintin, who had nearly fallen asleep on the chair. 

That immediately alerted Quintin. He shot to his feet and ran toward the hospital bed, smiling. “You’re awake.” 

Josephine turned, but her vision was still blurry, so it took a while before she saw his tan skin, striking eyes, and pearly white teeth. She removed her oxygen mask and tried to get up, but her body collapsed backward. The bright, white lights made her face seem pallid, almost transparent. Yet, that only made her dark eyes and hair stand out more. 

Quintin froze, asking, “Um. Do we know each other?” 

Like him, Josephine tensed up. She examined his face in detail, feeling he was familiar yet also unsure where they had met before. 

Quintin waved dismissively, saying, “Don’t worry about it. I don’t remember either. Why don’t we start over? I’m Quintin Fowler. What about you?” 

Josephine pursed her lips while peering at him with downcast eyes. 

“Oh? Don’t you want to be friends with me?” Quintin asked. 

Shaking her head, Josephine fell silent before signing a few words.