What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 368

Quintin and Josephine were both startled, especially Quintin. Feeling guilty, he jolted up from the sofa.

He glanced at the room door and was relieved when he realized it was still closed.

However, the next second, another noise rang out. Quintin gulped, his gaze fixed on the door. He wanted to open the door, but thinking Lewis might be outside, he called the hotel's customer service line and asked them to handle the matter instead.

The customer service had already dispatched someone to deal with the situation before they received the call.

"Sir, we've already sent someone to handle it. It's a drunken guest. We sincerely apologize for disturbing your rest."

Upon hearing this, Quintin let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, that's good. It's alright, then."

After hanging up, he turned back to look at Josephine, no longer harboring the dirty thoughts he had before. He had initially considered getting a new room but was concerned about Josephine's safety if she were left alone.

He approached her and gently touched her head, then lowered his voice to ask, "You can sleep inside, and I'll sleep on the sofa outside."

Leaning on the backrest of the sofa, Josephine stared at him intently. Upon hearing his words, she shook her head.

Quintin didn't understand her intention. "Are you saying you're not tired or that you don't want to sleep inside?"

Josephine remained silent briefly. She then pointed at Quintin and at herself before clasping her hands together, indicating that she wanted to sleep together.

Quintin blinked his eyes, finally understanding her meaning. He instantly became nervous.

"You ... You mean you want to sleep with me?"

Josephine smiled brightly and nodded eagerly.

He touched his nose, hesitating. "This isn't quite appropriate. I promised you before ..."

She didn't understand the situation now, but what if, by some chance, she remembered what happened here today in the future? She would hate him for it.

Josephine's smile faltered when she heard him reject her. She pouted with a pitiful expression while staring at him.

Unable to bear her gaze, he scratched his head and turned away to avoid it. "You should sleep alone. I'll take you to the hot springs tomorrow."

Hot springs were good for health, and he felt that Josephine needed that.

Quintin glanced at her again. "Can you take a bath by yourself?" Josephine blinked her eyes and shook her head.

He was speechless.

His gaze traced her face and slowly moved down to her neck. Her hair brushed against her collar, and although he couldn't see her collarbone clearly, he couldn't stop his imagination from going wild.

Then, he felt a warm sensation on his nose, and liquid flowed out.

Quintin instinctively touched it and looked at his fingers. They were bright red.

Shocked, he covered his mouth and nose before quickly rushing to the bathroom. He turned on the faucet and washed his face before tilting his head back and stuffing tissue into his nose. Finally, he heaved a sigh of relief.

Once he had stopped the nosebleed, he stripped off his clothes and took a cold shower to calm himself down.

In his mind, he recited mantras and admonished himself. He should not entertain any improper thoughts. After all, Josephine was currently "five years old," and he would be committing a criminal offense. It would be inhumane!

With his eyes closed, Quintin muttered to himself. Suddenly, he felt someone poking his arm.

His body tensed slightly as the cold water washed over his face. Gulping, he went through several rounds of mental preparation before slowly opening his eyes and stiffly turning his head.

Standing before him, Josephine was curiously observing him.

Quintin instinctively covered his private parts. Bending over, he stared at her in horror. "W-What are you doing in here?"

Josephine seemed confused. She glanced at Quintin's chest before lowering her gaze.