What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 391

This time, Sierra fell on someone's body. Trying to rise to her feet, she looked up to see a familiar face. "Lewis …" Sierra was pleasantly surprised. She inspected Lewis' face repeatedly. He was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, obviously unconscious.

Holding his face, Sierra shouted his name several times, but Lewis didn't stir. She stood and tugged his arm, attempting to pull him up. However, her strength was insufficient for the feat. Lewis didn't budge an inch. Desperation drove her to cry helplessly.

She knelt in despair, shouting toward the first floor at the top of her lungs, "Help! Anyone, help! Wake up, Lewis. I beg you … Please, wake up. Lewis …" Sierra hugged Lewis, crying hysterically and refusing to leave. "Don't die. What will I do if you're dead?"

She didn't find death terrifying—probably because of her near-death experience before this. She even thought she wouldn't mind dying if she could be with Lewis.

So what if he and Josephine were married? She would still be the one by his side during their final moments, wouldn't it?

Sierra's irrational thoughts spiraled out of control and lingered in her mind like parasites, implanting themselves in her.

"Why are you here?"

Sierra's sobs halted. She looked up stiffly, and glee flashed across her eyes.

Lewis had unknowingly awakened, likely due to her booming cries, and was looking at her with his eyes half-closed.

"Lewis! You're awake."

Lewis shut his eyes and rested for a second before opening them again, saying, "You should go. Let me be." His voice was feeble and barely audible when he spoke.

Sierra shook her head vigorously, clamoring to her feet as she continued to tug at his arm. "Get up, hurry! Let's leave this place together. Come on!" In a panic, Sierra started crying. "I'll get you out of here, I promise!"

Lewis was silent for a moment. Then, supporting himself against the floor, he staggered as he stood.

Sierra's face lit up instantly. She draped his arm around her shoulders and headed downstairs, partially supporting his weight.

The fire was dying, but the house was collapsing rapidly. Debris and rocks fell from overhead, and some crashed into them. They struggled with every step. However, they couldn't feel any pain at this point.

Sierra brought Lewis to the lower floor. Indistinctly, she saw the firefighters rescuing survivors. Delighted, she turned and said to Lewis, "Lewis, we're saved! We—Argh!" She had barely finished speaking when she missed a step, and her right leg slipped right through the gap between the steps.

Sierra exclaimed in shock as she fell, her leg trapped between the steps.

Meanwhile, Lewis tumbled down the stairs heavily. Nevertheless, he was quick enough to grab the scorching railing after several rolls. Almost immediately, he detected a burning smell coming from his palm.

He looked up just in time to see a massive piece of the ceiling fall and landed precisely on Sierra's trapped leg. Sierra's shriek pierced through the air as the fallen rubble smashed through the stairs and took Sierra down with it.

Lewis' pupils contracted.

Following a loud thud, the entire staircase unexpectedly crumbled atop Sierra, burying her completely.

Lewis was standing on a lower step. Although he fell, too, he didn't receive much impact and merely fell on the rubble, suffering a few cuts.

The firefighters hurried to his rescue and retreated with him, who stood frozen.

Lewis' gaze fixated on the heap of rubble as smoke and flames slowly obscured his sight. He only came to his senses when they reached the space outside the house.

"Lewis!"

"Sir!" Conrad ran toward him in relief and handed him a bottle of water.

Lewis waved the bottle off and shut his eyes in silence. Moments later, he opened his eyes and looked toward the ruin where the mansion once stood. "He asked, "Who called Sierra here?"

Conrad was stunned. He and Nancy exchanged a glance.

They suddenly realized Sierra wasn't there.