What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 343

Quintin's words gave a tremendous shock to Mrs. Larson, who repeatedly stole several glimpses at Josephine, checking her reaction.

Josephine looked at Quintin in perplexity; she couldn't follow him, and it was not because she didn't understand the meaning of being legally married. Instead, it stumped her as to why this stranger would claim they were in such a relationship.

Mrs. Larson was also annoyed. "Shoo, off with you! Don't be mischievous. Madam has only just gotten back and needs to rest!"

Was he kidding? She would be as good as dead if she allowed Quintin to take Josephine away.

Quintin said huffily, "Who are you calling madam? She's my wife!" As he spoke, he beckoned to Josephine. "Josephine, come with me! I got you a New Year's gift. Let me show it to you!"

Josephine looked at him warily as she took a step back.

The smile on his lips froze at her reaction. He stared at her incredulously.

She wasn't the Josephine he knew. Why was she looking at him the way she would at a scourge?

The first thought that came to his mind was Lewis had threatened her.

The incident at the welfare home served as a good example, didn't it?

Mrs. Larson retorted, "See? You're a stranger to madam. I'll report this to the cops if you continue pestering her!"

Quintin chuckled with rage. "Go ahead and call them! I have our marriage certificate with me right now."

"You—"

Quintin didn't intend to keep up the argument. He shifted his gaze to Josephine again. "Aren't you coming with me, Josephine?"

She shook her head vigorously. It was only natural for her not to follow someone she didn't know.

Upon seeing her response, Quintin could only give up for now.

Mrs. Larson must be the reason why she dared not go with him. Or, perhaps, there were some other reasons. It could also be that she was afraid of bringing trouble upon him after the previous incident.

Quintin simmered down slightly at that thought. "Alright then. I'll drop by again soon."

Disappointment flashed across Quintin's eyes. His eyes lingered meaningfully on Josephine before he left the mansion, the pouring rain engulfing his silhouette.

Josephine's eyes followed his forlorn silhouette, an indescribable emotion welling up inside her. She opened her mouth and closed it again without saying anything.

Josephine turned toward Mrs. Larson and signed, "Was he speaking the truth?"

Mrs. Larson frantically explained, "Of course not! He was spouting nonsense. Don't believe a word he said. Your husband is Master Lewis."

Husband …

Josephine jolted. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she'd address Lewis as such one day since he had always treated her as his younger sister.

Although she remembered Grandpa Alan telling her she would marry Lewis someday in the future, she and Lewis had not been at the age at which they could get married.

She, too, didn't believe that Lewis and she could be legally married. From what she heard, marriage was impossible between siblings.

Noting her ever-shifting expression, Mrs. Larson consoled her, saying, "Madam, don't worry about it. You're Master Lewis' wife and also the madam of the house. If you don't believe me, you can ask Master Lewis when he's back."

Josephine was stunned. She stared right at Mrs. Larson, uncertain of the truth in her words.

Josephine signed, "Where is he?"

Mrs. Larson replied, "That I'm not sure. He probably has some business to attend to."

Lewis lowered his eyes, fiddling with the cigarette between his fingers. He said nothing, but that itself was an answer to her question.

Nancy erupted almost instantly. Slapping the sofa, she sprung up from her seat. "Robert Alvarez! I can't believe he had the nerve to introduce his son, born out of wedlock, to the company. To think he appointed him as the president! He's clearly waging war against you!"

Then, a horrifying thought crossed her mind. Robert hadn't returned home these few days—not even on New Year's Eve. Could he be with his other family, leaving her all alone in the lifeless mansion while they reunited as a jolly, whole family?

Nancy's face contorted with rage.

She looked at Lewis and urged him, "Lewis, you can't sit still and resign to your fate. You must find yourself a partner who'll give you an advantage. Or else, sooner or later, they'll eliminate you from the company!"

In contrast to Nancy's raging temper, Lewis was many degrees chiller.

He faintly asked, "Can your mind manifest something other than a marriage of convenience?"

"What do you mean?"

Lewis ignored her question. He put the cigarette into his mouth and flicked the lighter.

His calmness irked Nancy as though he ought to match her bewilderment if he was trying to resolve the issue.

Concerned, she advised, "Lewis, I understand you have a crush on that mute. But feelings aside, you can't give up on your future because of her. After all, she's an orphan; she has no parents. If you're truly reluctant to let her go, you can keep her as your mistress when you're married. It's not like you can't afford to feed another mouth. Do you see my point? She'll agree to it. She has nowhere or no one to go to besides you anyway. Perhaps she'll beg to stay by your side even without you bringing it up. Isn't that a win-win situation?"

Lewis stayed silent as he smoked. Only silence and smoke filled the air around them.

Nancy stared intently at Lewis. She might not be able to read her son like a book, but his silence must mean that he was contemplating the possibility of her suggestion.

Thunder crashed, and lightning flashed as rain drizzled down on the earth.

Nancy had been waiting for too long; her patience had run out. She spoke again, "Lewis, it's for your own good. Who else in this world will rack their brains for your sake besides me? Not only do you stand to lose nothing from this, but you'll also benefit greatly from it. So, what other concerns do you have?"