What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 359

Dr. Halliday had no choice but to stitch Lewis' wound up again. Even though he had applied anesthesia, he still reminded Lewis, "Mr. Alvarez, it'll sting a little. Please bear with it."

"Just do it," urged the impatient Lewis.

Dr. Halliday zipped his lips and sutured Lewis' wound. It was quite difficult because the wound was wet.

Mrs. Larson helped Josephine with the bath and dried her hair before leading her to the bedroom. The door was left ajar. As soon as Josephine entered the room, she could see a man prodding the half-naked man's back with a needle.

Lewis clutched onto the couch tightly. Veins were protruding on the back of his hands, and his pallid face was covered with sweat. It was a painful sight for her to watch.

Right when she wanted to turn around and leave, Mrs. Larson had left the room and closed the door. Hurriedly, Josephine ran out of the room and headed downstairs toward the gates.

To her dismay, the gates were locked. They wouldn't open no matter how she tried.

At that moment, something fluffy rubbed itself against her. She looked down only to see the two golden retrievers. They hugged her legs as if they wanted to jump at her.

Feeling emotional, she gave up on the gates and crouched to carry one of them. Despite its small size, it was really heavy.

The excited puppy rubbed itself against her arms and licked her face profusely. She faced sideways to dodge it, but she ended up flopping onto the ground because of the momentum. Seizing its chance, the other puppy hopped onto her to join the fray.

It was too much for her, so she shoved them away. Yet, the puppies thought she was playing with them as they accosted her again with wagging tails.

Noticing that Josephine was surrounded by the puppies, Mrs. Larson dashed over and carried the puppies.

"They're getting naughtier, madam. They eat too much and keep making a mess. We should put them in the cage," said Mrs. Larson as she carried the puppies to the cage.

Considering that the old cage was too small for the grown puppies, it was replaced with a big one.

Mrs. Larson locked them up, after which they circled in it while barking in protest.

"Madam, you should get some rest. You can play with them tomorrow." She helped Josephine up and dusted off the fur on her.

Holding Josephine's hand, Mrs. Larson escorted her to the stairs. Josephine kept looking back at the puppies that wanted freedom. By the time she pulled her senses back, they were already back in the bedroom.

Dr. Halliday was done bandaging the wounds on Lewis' back and chest, as well as Josephine's bite on his wrist.

Josephine wished to get out of the room, but a look from Lewis was enough to rivet her to the spot with invisible pressure.

Mrs. Larson and Dr. Halliday made themselves scarce and closed the door.

Lewis rose from his seat and wore a robe before striding toward Josephine. She retreated backward in reflex until her back leaned against the door—a dead end. Her fingers clenched her pajamas.

She stared into his eyes, failing to mask her franticness. The man was half a step away from her as he watched her silently. His stare was making her skin crawl.