What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 174

Chapter 174 You Were Too Rash 

Josephine was stunned. Then, she immediately opened the door, hopped in, and put on her 

seatbelts. 

Lewis didn’t say anything as he reversed the car. 

The rain had stopped, but the weather was still depressing. Josephine’s hands and feet were icy and numb after being in the hotel all night. 

The window was open. The breeze brought along a faint hint of alcohol. 

Josephine was worried. Lewis drank alcohol, yet he was driving. 

She dared not utter a sound. She glanced at him and looked elsewhere, the breeze slapping against her face. 

Josephine slowly inched her finger toward the control and closed the window, keeping the frosty air out. 

They reached Styx Mansion. After he parked the car, Josephine reached out and tugged his sleeve. 

Lewis looked at her silently, but Josephine could feel the cold air he emitted. 

She signed, “Do you want to bathe? I’ll get the bath ready.” 

Lewis didn’t reply. He looked away from her and pulled out a cigarette. Then, emotionlessly, he asked, “You’d listen to everyone else except for me, huh?” 

Josephine paused. She shook her head and tried to sign, but he wasn’t looking at her. 

She stared at his side profile-he was upset. She opened her mouth and struggled to say, “I…w -was…worried…” 

He listened to her without a word this time, but she didn’t know if he understood. 

Shortly, he finished his cigarette and threw the butt out. Then, he glanced at her. 

“Do you 

Conrad?” 

remember me telling you you didn’t have to pay heed to anyone else besides me and 

Josephine shook her head. She didn’t. She truly forgot. 

Lewis chuckled self-depreciatingly. “Well, you won’t keep anything I said in mind anyway. You’ll only remember what others say.” 

Josephine’s eyes teared up. She reached out to tug his sleeves, but he was indifferent. 

She wanted to tell him she didn’t forget his words deliberately. She just couldn’t remember, She had forgotten so many things. 

She wanted to tell him her memory was dwindling bit by bit, and she found it more difficult to remember those little things as days went by. 

Even the memories she held dear would occasionally be gone from her memory only to reemerge later. 

She hated herself, but there was nothing she could do. 

She didn’t want this to happen. 

The only thing that remained in her memory was her concern for him. It was deeply engraved in her. Even if she forgot everything, she would still love him subconsciously. 

Lewis refused to communicate with her. He opened the door, got out, and entered the house. 

Josephine gazed at his silhouette in the rearview mirror, tears rolling down her cheeks. She wiped her tears and hurriedly got out of the car. She ran into the storage room and rummaged through the items. 

Lastly, she sat on the floor, exhausted. 

She had forgotten where she put her notebook. 

Josephine sat on the floor for a while before getting up and starting her search again. Finally, she found a box sitting in a corner. 

She took it to the door and peered inside using the light filtering in from outside. 

She saw a pile of torn-up papers. 

Her eyelashes fluttered as she picked up the pieces of paper, struggling to identify the words. But it was too difficult for her to make out anything. 

She hugged the box helplessly as she felt a lump in her throat-she had forgotten who tore it into pieces. 

When Lewis came out of the bathroom, he heard Josephine sobbing. 

He came to the storage room and saw Josephine sitting on the floor, hugging the box and crying her heart out. 

When they were young, she used to cry like this if Daphne spoiled her favorite toy. She would hug the ruined doll and weep miserably. 

A shadow blocked the light. Eyes teary, Josephine looked up and saw Lewis standing before her frostily. 

He wore a champagne bathrobe and looked down at her with his arms folded. 

Josephine met his icy gaze and slowly lowered hers. She got up to put the box back 

However, a slender hand grabbed the box. 

Josephine was stunned. Before she could react, Lewis snatched the box away and hurled it aside. The box fell to the floor with a thud, and shreds scattered everywhere. 

A sudden gust of wind blew in, mercilessly sweeping the paper remnants into a chaotic frenzy, scattering them far and wide. 

Josephine stared absently at the scene. Her mind was blank as she didn’t know how to react. 

She intuitively wanted to pick them up, but Lewis abruptly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. 

Josephine could see the fury in his eyes. 

“Is being with me the reason you suffer so miserably?” Lewis stared into her teary eyes, and his temper flared as he asked, “Do you want a divorce?” 

Josephine shuddered as she gazed at him blankly. 

“Alright. I’ll fulfill your wish. You want to fly a kite? You want to ride on a hot air balloon, huh? There, now you’ll have those!” With that, he shoved her aside and went upstairs without looking back. 

Josephine was stunned. She didn’t know why Lewis blew off his top. He even agreed to the divorce.