What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146 Die For Her 

Josephine was completely stunned, and the bread in her hands fell to the ground. 

She pinned her gaze on the car, as if doing so could explain why he was here, of all places. Conrad was equally taken aback. Incredulously, he fixed his gaze upon the car and the who emerged from it. 

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Lewis walked out of the car and slammed the door heavily. Without casting even a fleeting glance at Josephine, he briskly walked past her, his attention entirely focused on entering the building. 

His coat carried the scent of gardenias, its fragrance wafting into her nostrils. It was then that she realized this was not a hallucination or a dream. 

Lewis had actually come back for her. 

Conrad wanted to follow Lewis into the building when the door slammed shut in front of him, obstructing the view of everyone else in the courtyard. 

Josephine crouched in a daze, her eyes unusually wet. 

Seth looked at the man in front of him and laughed. It was a genuine laugh-one of triumph. 

Lewis stood in front of his bed, his stance radiating coldness. It was almost as if he’d brought the chill from the outside into the building. Immediately, the temperature inside dropped by a few degrees. 

“It seems, after all, that President Alvarez is a man who says one thing and means another.” 

Lewis yanked him up from the bed by his collar. “You will disarm the bomb on her foot first thing tomorrow.” 

Seth choked, gesturing for Lewis to put him down. 

Lewis released his grip, and Seth fell heavily back onto the bed. His head spun. After a while, when he’d returned to his senses, he replied, “Don’t worry. I always keep my promises.” 

Lewis sneered in return and turned to sit across from him. 

On the other side of the door, Conrad plastered his ears against it and attempted to eavesdrop on their conversation but to no avail. 

He started to get anxious. “What now? If he stays the night, he would never be able to make it back to the shareholders’ meeting in time.” 

Josephine looked at the firmly shut door and pressed her lips together tightly. 

Conrad scratched his head anxiously and paced back and forth in front of the door. 

Josephine’s mind was a mess. A turmoil of emotions overwhelmed her as she lowered her head and gazed at the countdown on her ankle. Time was ticking fast. 

As night gradually began to fall, Conrad told her to go back and get some rest. 

Josephine tugged at his sleeve. Crouching down, she dipped her fingers into a puddle and wrote on the ground, “I need to go to the bathroom.” 

“Uh-do you need me to accompany you?” 

He did not put much thought into it. Josephine had to be scared out of her mind if she had to tell him when she was going to the bathroom in this desolate, mountainous area. He also thought it was only natural for him to accompany her. 

Josephine shook her head, stood up, and walked out of the courtyard. 

Conrad was slightly suspicious. “Is the bathroom located outside of the homestead?” he wondered. 

Yet, Josephine had already left with a lamp. Conrad watched her silhouette disappear outside of the homestead. He couldn’t help but feel that something was wrong. 

Ten minutes had passed, but Josephine was not back yet. 

Twenty minutes later, Josephine did not return either. 

Conrad finally realized that something was indeed wrong. Immediately, he rushed out of the homestead and checked the courtyard twice. He even checked the vegetable garden but found no trace nor clue of her whereabouts. 

He then walked a short distance from the homestead and checked everywhere she could possibly be, but there was no sign of Josephine at all. 

“Fuck!” 

Conrad smacked his forehead and yelled down the mountain. “Mrs. Alvarez!” 

Afterward, upon remembering that Josephine couldn’t speak, he immediately ran back to the homestead and pounded on the door frantically. 

“President Alvarez! Sir! Mrs. Alvarez is gone!” 

Both Lewis and Seth turned upon hearing Conrad’s shouts. 

Seth narrowed his eyes, seemingly deep in thought. 

Lewis opened the door and saw Conrad standing there anxiously. “Gone? Where?” 

Conrad stammered, “I-I don’t-I don’t know. Half an hour ago, she told me she was going to 

the bathroom and left the homestead. She never came back-” 

Before he could finish, Lewis had already rushed into the dark. 

Conrad instructed two of their men to stand guard in the homestead while everyone else spread out to search for Josephine. 

Meanwhile, Josephine walked for almost half an hour before she found a relatively high cliff. 

She held a lamp in her hand, but she couldn’t see anything below other than complete darkness and the echoes of the gale in the valley. From where she stood, it sounded curiously like the howl of a wild beast. 

Surrounding her were weeds, about half as tall as her, rustling in the wind. 

Josephine stood on the edge of the cliff with a lamp in her hand. The light from the lamp did not reach far. From a distance away, she looked like a glowing pearl hidden among the shrubs. 

She looked down at the bomb chained to her ankle again. The countdown showed that she had eight hours left. 

She had been standing there for what felt like decades before she remembered why she’d come. She was here to end it, once and for all. 

Josephine placed the lamp on the ground. This way, if Lewis came to find her after, he would know that she was already dead. He wouldn’t have to waste more time looking for her then. 

She closed her eyes and walked toward the edge of the cliff. 

“Josephine!” 

She stilled. 

“Don’t!” 

She turned and caught sight of a shadow moving swiftly in her direction among the shrubbery. 

Even though she couldn’t make out who it was exactly, she could sense the panic in him. After all, even his voice was trembling. 

Something flickered in her gaze. Seeing as the man was quickly approaching her, she closed her eyes and hurled herself off the cliff. 

“Josephine!” 

Lewis was a step too late. He reached out, but his hands closed around nothing but air. 

“President Alvarez!” Conrad, who was sprinting after Lewis, shouted, and his eyes widened in shock as he saw the president jump off the cliff after Josephine. 

“Oh, my God! Oh my fucking God!” 

Conrad charged forward, rolling and crawling as he reached the cliff’s edge. He extended his arm but failed to grab hold of Lewis-just like Lewis had failed to grab hold of Josephine. 

Yet, unlike Lewis, Conrad did not have the courage to jump. 

He lay sprawled on the cliff’s edge as his legs had betrayed him. Conrad’s gaze fixated on the pitch-black void below. His eyes held a dazed and empty look.