What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 344

Eager for an answer, Nancy tightly grasped Lewis' arm.

Several moments later, Lewis leaned forward and tapped his cigarette against the table to remove the ashes. Then, he turned to look at her. "We haven't come to that yet."

Nancy was stunned. "What do you mean?"

Nevertheless, she managed to process the meaning behind his words almost immediately—Lewis disagreed with her proposal. Nancy was vexed but did a good job keeping her temper in check. "Are you aware that your old man can't even be bothered to return home nowadays? What do you mean 'we haven't come to that yet'? Tell me then, at which point will you regard it the appropriate time to take action? Is it when they finally snatch everything from you and kick us out of this house? Is this because you're unwilling to give up on that mute? If I remember correctly, she's now married to Quintin, isn't she? You're keeping someone else's wife by your side. Things won't look good for you if word of this spreads."

Lewis stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. He pinched his eyebrows, getting crossed. "I don't think there's a need for this conversation to go on if that's all you have to say."

"You …" Nancy choked with fury but dared not lose her temper.

Lewis was no longer her good, obedient son. He was like a kite with its lines cut; she could only run after him with no hopes of pulling his strings again.

If she pissed him off and he decided to leave her for good, she would be entirely on her own.

At that thought, Nancy simmered down and looked at Lewis woefully. "Lewis, this is for your own good—"

Lewis interrupted her before she could finish speaking, "Enough. I've heard enough of that." Standing up, he shifted his frosty gaze to Nancy. "If you're really concerned about me, stop meddling in my affairs. Be it Kiran or Robert, I'll deal with them. You can stop fretting over them."

"You—"

"Do you really think I'm foolish enough to allow others to step over my head?"

That question shook Nancy to the core.

Her eyes widened as she stared blankly at Lewis.

He had a point …

As much as he was fond of that mute, he wouldn't be so imprudent as to disregard his own career for her.

To say the least, not only would his fame and reputation be at risk if those people eventually managed to force Lewis to a dead end, but he would even lose his life.

At that point, his feelings would be of no worth, wouldn't it?

When that crossed her mind, Nancy's expression softened, and she grabbed Lewis' hand. "Alright, Lewis. I trust you. Don't be mad. Come, have a seat."

She had to tug his hand several times before Lewis sat.

Nancy yielded and said, "I was only worried about you. I'll stop interfering in your affairs since you know what you're doing, okay? You're all I have now as how it is. Stay with me a little longer."

She was afraid. If she grew distant from her son, what would be in store for her when Robert abandoned her one day?

Lewis rubbed his temple. He ruminated before asking, "Didn't he come home at all these few days?"

Nancy recalled and answered, "He returned twice but only stayed here briefly."

With his eyes on the floor, Lewis fell deep in thought.

Nancy was reluctant to continue this topic. In any case, Lewis was her only fortress now. She could only trust that he had his ways. Holding his hand, she said, "I had some free time on my hands recently and learned several new dishes. Come, let's eat."

Lewis looked at her for a few seconds. From her expression, she was trying to curry favor with him.

Eventually, he followed Nancy to the dining room.

…

Josephine ate a few spoonfuls of the meal Mrs. Larson served on the table, her eyes glancing at the door every now and then. She was waiting for Lewis to return, but it seemed he wasn't going to.