What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 334

The elderly couple continued planning their trip, their conversation flowing effortlessly. The devotion they had for one another was truly enviable.

Josephine stared at them blankly as the bus pulled over to the scenic areas in Ecstasia.

Only when the vehicle finally came to a stop did she turn her gaze towards the window, captivated by the endless expanse of flower fields that stretched before her. The sight left her speechless.

The tulips swayed gently in the wind, an effervescent ripple trilling down their perennial length. There was no end to this palette of colors nature seemed to have inadvertently spilled.

Lewis held her hand, guiding her off the bus and toward the fields. The air was saturated with a rich floral scent intertwined with earthy undertones, the perfect backdrop for such a breathtaking display.

Josephine broke free from his grip and sprinted toward the fields. As she ran, butterflies stirred from the clusters they were previously nestled in, fluttering around her. There were many tourists around the area, but the number of visitors could hardly compare to the grand magnitude of the fields. If one gazed at the fields from afar, the extent to which the fields were populated seemed diffuse at best, in juxtaposition to its vastness.

After running for a while, Josephine stopped to look at Lewis.

He was walking leisurely behind her, his hands in his pockets.

She gestured for him to take some pictures of her, which he did as she posed amid the flowers, her laughter ringing with elation. With each press of the shutters, Lewis immortalized her joy within the pixelated memory of his phone. Josephine ran and ran and ran until even she herself could no longer determine which direction they were currently moving in anymore.

Lewis followed closely behind, appearing visibly weak. He pressed his hand to his abdomen, though he never stopped capturing pictures of her with his phone.

Meanwhile, Conrad discovered Lewis' disappearance from the hospital.

Not even Josephine could be found in the finite space of the ward.

"Where did they go?" Gerald asked, bewildered.

He, too, was worried that Lewis had gone missing like he did last time. His two-week-long disappearance had stirred up more anxiety than he cared to relive for the second time.

Conrad pulled his phone out and dialed Lewis' number, but the latter ended the call even as it connected.

Conrad could only press his lips together in exasperation before addressing Gerald wryly, "He's out there somewhere, having fun."

Gerald was still puzzled. "Having fun? What—"

Lewis didn't seem like an individual who cared much about fun, let alone sneak out of the hospital with the injuries he'd sustained simply for the sake of enjoyment.

"Who knows?" Conrad ran his fingers through his hair irritably. Never had he been so worried about someone before, especially when that someone was a man he greatly admired.

Once again, he tried calling Seth. After this morning, he'd been fully expecting the call not to go through when Seth unexpectedly answered.

"Mr. Berg, are you calling to wish me a Happy New Year?"

"Is Chairman Alvarez with you?" Conrad ignored his jab and got straight to the point.

Seth laughed. "Isn't he in the hospital? Don't tell me he went missing again."

"Yeah. He's gone. He brought Madam with him too." As he spoke, Conrad realized his mistake of allowing Josephine to stay and care for Lewis, but it was too late for him to rectify that. In her current state, she was about as useful as a bun was to a hound.

It wouldn't take much for Lewis to trick her into running off with him.

Seth's reply was calm. "Really? If he wants to act so recklessly and risk his death, then so be it. I'll give you a raise when I inherit Alvarez Corp."

"You—" His callous words infuriated Conrad. "How dare you joke about this, now of all times?"

Seth laughed as he spoke, "Don't worry, little assistant. He knows what he's doing. He's not a three-year-old, after all."

"You think? I've never met someone idiotic enough to run off right after surgery with no regard whatsoever for his own well-being."

"Which is why I said he knows what he's doing. Why do you even care so much? He should be the one concerned about himself," Seth said slowly, "Or, should I say, he might very well be more worried than you are right now."

Conrad's brows creased in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Oh well, you'll see. Regardless, if he wants to loiter outside of the hospital on New Year's Day, let him. It's futile to prevent a man on the verge of losing everything from throwing in the towel at the very last minute despite having long suspected the uselessness of his actions."

The more Seth spoke, the more muddled Conrad became. Questions surfaced in his mind, but he hardly knew where to start.