What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111 Please Spare Me 

The call was placed to Lewis. The phone rang for a full minute, teetering on the brink of being disconnected, until finally, it got picked up. 

“What’s up, Seth?” Lewis sounded normal, as if nothing had happened. 

Seth chuckled and said, “It’s nothing. Daphne came to see me earlier and told me something, so I want to thank you, Lewis.” 

“Oh? Thank me for what?” 

“Thank you for being willing to help me, Lewis. Although you did it because of Daphne, I still felt compelled to thank you myself after giving it some thought,” Seth said shrewdly. He was testing Lewis’ honesty, deliberately attempting to deceive him and extract the truth. 

Lewis remained silent on the other end of the line for some time before asking, “What did she tell you?” 

“Nothing much. I know you did not want me to feel burdened and instructed her not to tell me anything, but this silly girl let it slip.” 

“Is that so?” Lewis chuckled. 

“Yes, I called just to say thank you, Lewis.” 

Lewis muttered, “You’re welcome. It’s my duty as a brother. If there’s nothing else, you should get back to work.” 

“Okay.” After Seth said that, both of them hung up. Lewis narrowed his eyes and turned to look at the contract on the passenger seat. 

He suddenly drove the car out. Instead of returning to the company, Lewis went straight to the villa. He headed upstairs and opened the door to the study. He pushed the door, but it would not budge. He pushed harder and finally managed to open it. Only then did he see what was blocking the door. It was Josephine. She was lying on the ground with her body curled up, and it was unclear whether she had fallen asleep or fainted. 

In a swift motion, Lewis bent down and lifted her, carefully settling Josephine on the bed before quickly contacting the doctor. Hearing of Josephine’s collapse, the young doctor promptly put aside all other responsibilities, rushing to her side with utmost urgency. 

“President Alvarez, what’s wrong with Mrs. Alvarez?” the doctor asked, panting as he came to 

the door. 

Lewis raised his chin, signaling him to look at the bed. “I don’t know. You take a look.” 

The doctor nodded, setting aside his medical kit before approaching Josephine’s side. He proceeded to assess her condition by taking her pulse. With a regretful expression, he turned 

his gaze towards Lewis. 

Lewis lowered his gaze and asked in a threatening tone, “What’s wrong with her?” 

The doctor was nervous under his gaze. He swallowed and said, “Um…Well, she blacked out from excessive grief.” 

He only had the courage to tell half the truth. He was scared that Lewis would ask him to treat her, and the outcome could prove fatal should he fail. No one would dare to confess the truth with such dire implications. 

Lewis suddenly grabbed the doctor’s collar and picked him up. He was no longer calm, and there was a cold aura around him as he said, “I’ll give you one more chance. What’s the matter with her?” 

The doctor gulped and said, “She…” 

Lewis interrupted, “You told me previously that she is healthy, but why do I feel like you are lying?” 

“Mr. Alvarez, I…” The doctor’s anxiety grew, causing him to break out in a cold sweat. He felt completely at a loss as to how to communicate the intricacies of Josephine’s condition. 

Lewis added, “Do you know the consequences if you don’t tell me now, and the hospital examination reveals a different diagnosis from what you said?” 

The doctor’s legs went weak as he swallowed and nodded. “I know, I know.” 

Lewis loosened his grip, and the doctor immediately collapsed to the ground. He took a deep breath and did some mental preparations before he said, “Mrs. Alvarez is very weak…” 

Before he could finish his sentence, Josephine gradually woke up and climbed out of bed. But she fell back into the bed halfway, and Lewis dashed over to support her, ignoring the doctor’s words. 

“You’re awake?” Lewis held her, and he let her rest her head on his shoulder. 

With her gaze fixed momentarily on his chin, Josephine’s attention then shifted to the doctor, who remained on the ground. Her throat felt dry and scratchy from all the tears she shed earlier. She parted her mouth slightly and gestured, “Water, please.” 

Lewis glanced at the doctor, and he immediately understood what he wanted. He stood up and ran to get a cup of water for Josephine. 

Lewis lowered his head to look at her. Her lips were pale, and she had a sickly pallor on her face. All these signs indicated that her current condition was far from fine, unlike what the 

doctor had said. 

Soon, the doctor brought the water over. Lewis took it and handed it to Josephine. “Drink it.” 

Josephine grasped the cup tightly, consuming the water in large, hurried gulps. However, due 

to her rapid drinking, a significant amount of water spilled from the corner of her mouth, trickling down to her collar. In response, Lewis raised his hand and gently wiped the water from her chin. As Josephine finished drinking and regained her awareness, she lifted her head to meet Lewis’s gaze. Their proximity and posture exhibited an undeniable intimacy, prompting the doctor to tactfully retreat from the room.