What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 360

"Go to sleep," Lewis said softly as he caressed her face. Josephine blinked twice and stared at him for a while before she turned away from him. Studying the back of her head, Lewis fell silent and reached out to switch off the lights. As the room was plunged into darkness, a tear fell from Josephine's eyes.

The sound of the rain outside the window gradually got smaller, but in the silence of the room, they both heard it loud and clear. Josephine knew that he was sitting right beside her, so she stayed curled up under the sheets, not daring to make a single move. As the seconds ticked by, both of them remained in the same position, unmoving. In the end, Josephine succumbed to sleep.

By the time she woke up, it was already bright outside. She opened her eyes to see the lush green leaves outside her window still dripping wet from the rain. She immediately scrambled to get out of bed. But the moment she turned around, she found Lewis sitting right beside her, staring at her with his deep, dark eyes. She was so shocked she froze up. "Why is he still here?" Josephine thought to herself.

A look of disappointment came over Lewis when he saw her expression. "Here, have something to eat." Lewis looked away from her and picked up a tray laden with food. Josephine's gaze shifted to the tray, which had a bowl of oatmeal and a selection of pastries on it. She swallowed at the sight of the delicate and appetizing pastries, but still she snuck a wary glance at Lewis.

Lewis passed her the tray. "Are you not going to eat?"

She hastily reached out for a pastry, but before she could take one, he moved the tray away. She frowned and dropped her hand sheepishly, thinking to herself how mean of a person he was.

"Go wash your hands first." That caught Josephine off guard, and her head whipped upward to look at him. He lifted his chin. "Over there." Josephine looked in the direction he gestured and found that there was a door. She thought about it for a moment before she clambered out of bed and headed toward the washroom.

The washroom had everything she needed. When she saw the two toothbrushes there, she picked up the pink toothbrush and squeezed some toothpaste onto it before she began to brush her teeth. Then, she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror, and her movements halted. The reflection in the mirror looked very foreign to her. Somehow, she did not think that that was her.

With the toothbrush still in her mouth, she raised a hand to touch the mirror, only to find the reflection in the mirror mimicking her actions. Her hand overlapped with the image in the mirror. Startled, she swiftly pulled her hand away from the mirror and began brushing her teeth as fast as she could. After she was done, she washed her hands and picked up a pink washcloth to wipe her face. Her actions were so smooth it was as though she had done them countless times before.

Lewis leaned on the doorframe, watching her silently with a questioning look in his eyes. When Josephine was done cleaning up, she turned to find Lewis standing by the door. She was so shocked she blanched.

Lewis then turned around and went back to the bedroom. Upon following him out, she found that he had already left the breakfast on a table and seated himself on the couch.

As she was famished, she plucked up the courage to go over and sit down opposite him. Then, she picked up a pastry and tucked in. As she ate, she peeked at the man seated opposite her. Engrossed in the newspapers, he paid her no heed. Josephine was relieved. She grew bold and began stuffing herself with the pastries on the table. She ate like she had been starving for years on end. In the end, because of how fast she was eating, she even choked on the food and had to pound on her chest to get the food down.

Lewis looked up at her and saw that even in the state that she was in, she still refused to spit out the food in her mouth. He picked up a glass of milk and handed it to her. Josephine took the glass of milk and started chugging on it, forcing down the food in her mouth.

He sighed silently as he put down the papers in his hands and reached out for a napkin to wipe the milk from the corners of her lips. But her eyes instantly widened as she frantically cowered in fear. Lewis frowned with his hand suspended mid-air. A brief moment later, he chucked the napkin on the table and said, "Wipe your mouth." Josephine awkwardly reached out to pick up the napkin and did a haphazard job of wiping her lips.

"Are you going to run off?" Lewis asked her.