What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147 Let Me Hear Your Voice 

Josephine gasped as she was dragged out of the water, coughing up water with every exhale. 

The world spun even as she lay on the ground. She forced herself to open her vision was pitch-black. 

eyes, but her 

Someone was pounding her chest, salt water trickling uncontrollably from her mouth. 

She didn’t know how much time had passed before the pressure in her chest built up rushed up her throat. 

and 

She coughed, expelling a large mouthful of water. Cold air rushed into her nose and her mouth at once. She could finally breathe smoothly again. 

“Josephine, are you insane? 

“Who said you could jump? Who gave you permission to fucking jump?! 

“If you wanted to die so badly, why didn’t you tell me directly? I would have shot you earlier!” 

Above her, a man’s voice erupted in a thunderous roar, brimming with a rage she had never witnessed before. 

Josephine tried to make out the man’s features in her daze, but all she could see was darkness. 

Above her, she felt water droplets dripping continuously onto her face and into her mixing with the tears that were streaming down her face. 

eyes, 

She raised her hand and let her senses guide her as she touched his cheek. 

“Lew-Lew-” 

She forced a syllable out of her throat. She had never spoken before and couldn’t voice the rest of the syllables. After trying for what seemed like an eternity, she could still only utter that one syllable despite her efforts. 

The man was clearly stunned. 

“What did you say?” 

Josephine opened her mouth. Her breath stuck in her throat, and the sounds she uttered were completely at odds with the unfamiliar motions of her lips and tongue. 

“Lou-ie-” She finally squeezed out two simple and awkward syllables after struggling intensely. 

The air became quiet instantly, save for the distant wind and the rustle of the weeds around them. 

Almost instantaneously, the rage emanating from Lewis dissipated along with the wind. 

He sat down beside her, his gaze pinned on her face. Even though he couldn’t make out her features in the dark, his gaze remained locked on her face. 

“You-” 

He held her hand and touched her cheek with his other hand, as if trying to determine if she was still the same person. 

Josephine was exhausted. Her eyelids drooped, and when she could no longer resist it anymore, she let herself get carried away by the currents of her exhaustion. 

On the upper side of the cliff, after laying on the ground for a long time and having made sure that there was no movement below, Conrad stood and ordered those behind him. “Search for them below! We must find them both no matter what!” 

The bodyguards behind him nodded and spread out, searching for Lewis and Josephine on the roads leading down the mountain. 

Conrad decided to go back and make Seth pay for everything that had happened, but when he rushed back to the homestead, all he found were the bodies of the two bodyguards he’d left on the lookout, fighting to stay alive. 

Conrad frowned before barging into the room hurriedly. 

The person who should be bedbound from his extensive injuries was nowhere to be found, and the building was empty. 

Conrad searched for Seth in a series of rooms within the building but found no sign of him anywhere, even after having searched almost everywhere in the building. 

He gazed at the empty room and took a step back. 

Seth had escaped! 

Yet, this was not the time to worry about Seth’s whereabouts. He still had to find Lewis. 

As he climbed up the mountain, he had already noticed that the steep gorges nestled between the cliffs were predominantly filled with water, resembling a colossal white snake winding its way around the mountain ranges. 

It was, undoubtedly, an excellent place for reprieve. 

Moreover, it meant that Josephine and Lewis might not have lost their lives if they’d landed in the water. 

The night was particularly long. Josephine jolted awake multiple times in between from the cold. 

On moonless nights like these, merely standing in the valley with nothing but a woolen coat, even without getting drenched, would result in catching a cold within half an hour or less. 

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She drifted in and out of her trance-like state for most of the night. It wasn’t until the latter half of the night that she felt some warmth around her. 

Josephine forced her eyes open and saw a man’s chest in front of her. 

She jolted in shock and raised her head slowly. Her gaze traveled upward, gliding from his chest to his jaw, taking in the sight of his tightly pursed lips and the dancing firelight that cast. flickering shadows across his face. 

As she turned her head, her eyes fell upon a blazing fire, predominantly fueled by fresh twigs with only a few dry ones scattered among them. The fire appeared relatively small, emanating thick smoke that filled the air. 

Lewis was fiddling with some branches, attempting to make the fire burn brighter. 

Josephine tried to sit up, but the hand on her shoulders pushed her back down. 

“Don’t move.” 

She fell silent. When she looked down again, she realized that neither of them had their clothes on. There was only a thin shirt covering her body. 

The remaining clothes had been propped up with the branches he could find, forming a crude, makeshift screen on the side. One side of it was being dried by the heat from the fire, and the other shielded them from the harsh wind. 

The cave they were in was very small, not more than twenty feet in total. The few clothes they had on them sealed the entrance tightly, barely letting in any wind. 

Still, she felt cold. No matter how high Lewis’ body temperature was, she was still shivering from the cold. 

Under Lewis’ maneuvers, the fire flared brighter, its glow illuminating the entirety of the cave. 

Lewis threw the branch onto the ground and looked at her. 

Those dark eyes bore into her own, as if they were trying to uncover her deepest secrets. 

After a long while, Lewis spoke. “You can speak now?” 

Josephine blinked. She attempted to open her mouth, but she didn’t know what else to say. Other than sounding a few syllables, she couldn’t exactly speak otherwise. 

“What’s that?” He narrowed his eyes, his stance emitting a low hum of danger. 

Josephine’s heart clenched. She curled into a ball and struggled to voice a single syllable. “Cold. 

Lewis’ brows relaxed. He hugged her tighter. “Is it better now?” 

Josephine’s body was still shaking uncontrollably. She shook her head. The coldness she felt 

came from within-it had nothing to do with the external environment.