What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 321

The fish Josephine was eating contained minimal bones, allowing her to devour it swiftly. Before long, she had finished every last bite.

She even ate some of the vegetables on the iron plate. They tasted pretty decent, likely due to being boiled in seawater, which had imparted a general amount of natural saltiness to them.

Suddenly, Lewis suggested, "Let's look for other water sources. We can't drink seawater, after all."

Josephine blinked in bewilderment, her gaze fixed on him.

He explained, "We'll die if we drink too much seawater."

It was a short and straightforward explanation. The young woman nodded immediately in response.

Once they were done with lunch, Lewis propped himself with his makeshift cane and led Josephine on an expedition to look for freshwater sources.

They explored as many spots as they could, but they were unable to locate any water sources. Besides, Lewis' current stamina was very limited, so he was forced to return to their base.

Nonetheless, Josephine managed to gather more vegetables during their exploration, rapidly filling up her crate with her bountiful finds.

The weather, which was sunny during the past few days, suddenly darkened rapidly. Thick, gray clouds covered the sky, looking as though they were about to sink into the ocean.

The atmosphere was eerily silent, seeing as the winds had died down.

It was a sign that a huge thunderstorm was coming.

Lewis sat in the cabin while gazing at the dark and gloomy sky outside, his expression now a mask of grimness.

"It's about to rain heavily."

Josephine leaned into his body while hugging his arm tightly. She was frightened by what was going to happen.

She heard the man next to her sigh lightly. "I hope the tides won't rise."

Should the tides rise, the couple wouldn't have a place to hide from the upcoming storm. However, they could still hide inside the cabin if it was just a downpour.

The sky was dark throughout the entire afternoon. Gales started whipping across the island in the evening. They were so powerful that Josephine couldn't even keep her eyes open.

Thanks to the gales, strong currents were blown toward the sandy shore, some of them crashing into the walls of the yacht. As a result, some of the water ended up getting splashed onto the deck and trickled into the cabin.

Far from the shoreline, the woods began to reverberate with loud rustling sounds as the trees swayed and bent under the forceful gusts of wind.

What followed suit was loud pitter-patters of raindrops landing on everything, including the yacht. Flashes of lightning could be seen lighting up the dark surface of the sea.

Poor Josephine was so frightened that she kept pushing her way into Lewis' arms even more.

The latter wrapped his arms around her comfortingly, murmuring, "Don't be afraid. The rain will likely pass soon."

Just as he finished speaking, a resounding clap of thunder echoed overhead, causing Josephine to tremble violently.

Lewis covered her ears with his hands while turning to look at the downpour outside the cabin.

Fortunately, the rain wasn't being blown in their direction. The seawater didn't flow into their cabin as well.

The storm's fury subsided relatively quickly, as Lewis had predicted earlier. The worst of the storm died down after an hour, so the heavy downpour soon became a drizzle.

However, the winds were still strong. Occasionally, a streak of lightning would pierce through the night sky, illuminating the surface with its bright glow.

It was pitch black outside. The lights on the yacht were no longer functional, not to mention Lewis' phone was already turned off. Hence, there wasn't any source of light for the pair to use.

Josephine raised her head to steal a glance outside the cabin before slumping over Lewis' body once again. It was as though the spot next to Lewis was the safest place in the whole wide world.

The man stroked Josephine's hair gently. His touch felt comforting to her.

Over the past few days, her condition seemed to have stabilized, seeing as she could remember every little detail perfectly which took place during that particular period.

There were times when Lewis thought that her illness was somehow cured.

It felt as though Josephine's memory stopped deteriorating after reaching a certain threshold.

Once the winds died down as well, Josephine finally freed herself from Lewis' arms. She then moved to hug his waist and rest her face against his chest.

As a few clouds dispersed, slivers of moonlight managed to pierce through the remaining veils, casting ethereal beams that gently bathed the cabin.

"The rain has stopped," Lewis pointed out.

Josephine nodded in response but didn't verify it with her own eyes. Instead, she continued to hug the man.

As he reached out to place his hand on her hips, Lewis suddenly remembered that the young woman was clad in only a bathrobe at the moment.

His hand started roaming across Josephine's back, this time fueled by another intent.

When the latter heard Lewis' breathing intensify, she thought his wound was hurting him again.

Josephine raised her head to look at him. Thanks to the pale moonlight illuminating the cabin, she was able to see him gazing at her as well.

She made a few gestures with her hands before realizing that Lewis couldn't see her hands in the dark. Hence, she sat up straight, cupped his cheeks, and planted a kiss on his face.

The man's hand moved from her back and upwards to the back of her head. He sounded quite hoarse as he muttered, "That's the wrong spot."

Josephine looked confused as per usual.