What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 214

Chapter 214 His Dogs or My Dogs 

Lewis crouched down, extending his hand through the fence to gently brush away the strands of hair clinging to Josephine’s face. Then he said, “But you frequently visited Quintin’s dogs. I thought you liked dogs. Could it be that you only like his dogs?” 

Josephine vigorously shook her head. These were entirely different situations. Quintin’s dogs were gentle, domesticated strays, resembling more like beloved pets. However, Lewis’ dogs were of a different breed altogether. They were hunting dogs-fierce and capable of devouring a person. And if her eyes didn’t deceive her, the dogs in the cages appeared to be wolves. Why would he choose to keep such menacing creatures? 

“What does shaking your head mean? Do you like them or not?” 

Josephine tightened her grip on the fence as she fixed her gaze on Lewis. The dogs behind her were eyeing her intensely, and some even rode on her back, sending a shiver down Josephine’s spine. Releasing her hold on the fence, Josephine attempted to gesture, but before she could, two dogs pounced on her, forcefully knocking her to the ground. Caught off guard, she struck her head against the unforgiving surface, experiencing a surge of intense pain coursing through her forehead. Everything faded into darkness as her vision blurred and consciousness slipped away. 

The dogs were trampling over her, but she no longer had the strength to get up. She struggled to lift her head, tears streaming down her face as she gestured to the man before her. “Let me out. Don’t treat me like this… 

Separated by the fence, Josephine felt trapped and vulnerable, akin to a drenched mouse seeking refuge within its confines. In stark contrast, Lewis stood on the other side, emanating an aura of tranquil elegance-reminiscent of a moonlit night. Clad in a black suit, he appeared as an enigmatic figure, an abyss in human form, defying the brilliance of the sun. Even the colorful surroundings could not veil his striking appearance. 

How he regarded her mirrored the dispassionate gaze he bestowed upon the dogs enclosed within the fence. Suddenly, Josephine could no longer determine if it was her body or her heart that was hurting. She only felt pain. It hurt so badly that tears were streaming down her 

eyes. 

Lewis crouched there quietly, fixing his dark eyes on her face. He stared at her intently; never once did he avert his gaze from her. Then he asked, “You haven’t answered me. Why do you like Quintin’s dogs but not my dogs? Is it because they were my dogs?” 

Josephine repeatedly shook her head. 

“Then why do you want to come out?” 

Josephine struggled as she gestured, “They are too vicious.” 

“Are they vicious?” Lewis casually asked. He then commanded in a low voice, “Sit!” 

As soon as he spoke, the rowdy dogs quieted down and settled. They stuck their tongues out. and wagged their tails. 

“Look, are they vicious?” 

Josephine turned around stiffly and saw about twenty dogs sitting obediently on the ground. It was as if they were grinning and trying to please him. She gaped in silence at that sight. She was suddenly speechless. 

Lewis stood up, opened the fence gate, and walked toward Josephine. He bent over, grabbed Josephine’s arm, and forcefully pulled her upright. Josephine, still reeling from the ordeal, struggled to regain her balance. Her legs trembled beneath her, rendering her unable to stand steadily, causing her to stumble and fall into Lewis’ arms. However, he pushed her away in disgust. 

Josephine staggered several steps, her unsteady gait causing her to collide with the fence. Leaning against it for support, she gazed up at Lewis, her eyes filled with tears. Lewis retrieved a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his fingers meticulously as if he had come into contact with something repulsive and urgently desired to cleanse himself of it. 

However, the drool and footprints left by the dogs were indeed disgusting. Josephine could smell the stench emanating from her body. 

“Tell me, do you like them?” Lewis cast a sidelong glance at Josephine while meticulously cleansing his fingers. The casual tone in his voice masked an underlying message that no dissent would be tolerated. To put it simply, it sounded like a threat. 

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Josephine’s gaze fixated on the dogs. She hesitated, her mouth opening briefly before she lowered her head once more. The truth was undeniable-she held no affection for them, not even the slightest shred. These dogs exhibited an exceptional level of viciousness, as though they had murdered humans before. Their viciousness exceeded that of typical countryside dogs. 

Josephine harbored no doubt that the dogs possessed an insatiable appetite for human flesh. If Lewis were to depart, she was certain they would pounce upon her, tearing her apart and devouring her without mercy. 

“So?” Lewis lifted her chin with the handkerchief in his hand. He continued, “Why aren’t you saying anything?” 

Josephine looked at his face and saw a hint of stubbornness. He was determined to hear from 

her the answer he desired. 

Although the sun shone brightly on her, she could not feel any warmth. Josephine felt cold, and her hands and feet were freezing. She raised her head slightly, and the sunlight shone into her dull eyes, reflecting a desolated look. 

The man saw through her. While he remained silent, his hold on her chin slackened slightly. Josephine closed her eyes and accepted her fate with a nod. It mattered little whether she actually harbored any affection for the dogs. What held significance was solely his perception that she should like them, regardless of her true feelings. 

Lewis released her. Josephine slid to the ground powerlessly as she leaned against the fence, sitting on the dirty surface. She heard the man’s laugh from above her. He spoke coldly, “Since you like them, you should stay here and play with them. What’s so good about the dogs outside?” 

Josephine was stunned. She felt that there was another meaning behind his words, but she had no time to think deeply. Seeing that he was about to leave, Josephine braced her frail body and climbed to her feet to chase after him. However, she was still one step too late. He had already left and locked Josephine inside the fenced area. 

Josephine stretched her arm, trying to grab him. Her hand went through the gap between the fencing, and she reached out as far as she could, but she did not manage to even touch the 

corner of his clothes.