What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 213

Chapter 213 Hate the Dogs 

Under Lewis’ grilling, Josephine felt defeated, and her shoulders sagged powerlessly. She gave Lewis a complicated look. His expression was unreadable as usual, and Josephine could not decide whether to trust him or not. 

However, she had no evidence and should not have suspected him. Josephine gestured, “Sorry. 

I’m really sorry.” 

“If an apology works, policemen would lose their jobs.” 

Josephine remained silent for a while before she gestured again, “What do you want me to do then?” 

Lewis did not say anything, and his gaze fixed delicately on Josephine. After a moment, a thought crossed his mind, prompting him to speak up. “You seem to like dogs very much, am I right?” 

Josephine, unsure of the intention behind Lewis’ question, offered no response. She hesitated, wondering if saying “yes” would have unforeseen consequences, such as never encountering a dog within a hundred feet of her ever again. 

Before she could wrap her mind around this, Lewis abruptly grabbed her arm and dragged her out. Josephine staggeringly followed behind him. She had no idea where he was taking her. He walked at a fast pace, and Josephine nearly tripped and fell a few times. 

When they exited the office, he released her and said, “Follow along.” 

After Josephine regained stability, she paused in bewilderment once again. She looked up at the man who was walking away without looking back. It was as if he was afraid that people would know about their relationship even when they had nothing to do with each other anymore. She lowered her head and remained silent for a moment before following him. 

Josephine pressed the button to reopen the closing elevator door, and she saw Lewis standing inside with his arms crossed as he stared at her expressionlessly. Josephine hung her head low and stood at the corner quietly. 

The elevator arrived at the underground parking lot, and Lewis walked out without uttering a word. Josephine followed him to his car. After he got into the car, Josephine continued to linger outside. The parking lot was freezing, and cold air blew from all directions, brushing against her cheeks. 

After two minutes, Lewis exited the car and stood there looking at Josephine. His voice was cold as he said, “Josephine, is your brain filled with mush?” 

He was obviously angry. Josephine quickly opened the car door, hopped in, and hurriedly fastened her seatbelt. The car’s air conditioning was already running, but as soon as Lewis entered, an inexplicable chill seemed to permeate the vehicle, sending a shiver down 

Josephine’s spine. 

In a state of unease, Josephine bowed her head and nervously fidgeted with her fingers. As she glanced down, her eyes caught sight of the wound on her wrist and the bruise marring her nails. Lost in deep contemplation, she observed her fingers, which, despite not causing any pain, had turned a purplish hue as if tainted by poison. Josephine continued to gaze at them. She could not figure out how she got these bruises or what caused them. 

The man beside her glanced briefly in her direction. The cold expression on his face softened 

when he saw her nails. He then withdrew his gaze and focused on driving. 

They did not talk for the entire trip. When Josephine raised her head again, they were in the mountains. She surveyed the majestic peaks and the serpentine road stretching ahead before giving Lewis a glance. Upon witnessing his frigid expression, a surge of fear caused her heart to leap into her throat. She wondered about his intentions for bringing her here. Was it to kill her? Dense, forested mountains like this seemed like a perfect place for crime. 

Josephine’s imagination went wild, and she anxiously fidgeted her fingers. She thought, ” We’ve been around each other for almost twenty years. No matter how much he hates me, he wouldn’t kill me, right?” 

The car eventually reached its destination-a sprawling mansion perched on a hillside. Lewis maneuvered the vehicle through the gate and made his way inside. Parking the car in an 

unoccupied spot outside the mansion, Lewis released his seatbelt and turned to cast at meaningful look at Josephine. Josephine understood what he meant and quickly got out of the 

car. 

As soon as she stepped foot on the ground, she heard dogs barking in the distance. Their barks were different compared to the barks of Quintin’s dogs. They sounded fierce. 

Before Josephine could react, Lewis walked toward her and grabbed her arm, pulling her toward where he kept the dogs. Josephine raised her head and looked at the man’s back with at complicated expression. 

She surveyed the surroundings from the corner of her eyes. It was winter, but the garden was filled with the sweet scent of flowers and the sounds of birds chirping. Along the path, there were blooming flower beds. In the distance, a thick grove of trees shadowed the sides of the mansion. It seemed to envelop the mansion from all sides. 

Josephine never knew that Lewis owned property such as this one. She had never seen this place nor been here. They were getting closer to the barking sounds, and Josephine’s heart raced. She was not in the mood to admire the scenery; instead, she was anxious that Lewis was going to feed her to the dogs. 

The dogs’ barks resonated with an unnerving ferocity, far from the usual sounds of domesticated canines. Their menacing howls seemed to carry a sense of malicious intent. Josephine’s gaze fixated on the distant fence, revealing a frenzied pack of dogs within its confines. A few unfortunate canines were confined within cages, further intensifying the. 

scene’s unsettling atmosphere.