What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 423

Josephine shook her head and sobbed. "I want Mom."

Lewis lowered his gaze and fell silent.

Josephine held the hem of his shirt and gently swayed it. "Didn't you say you were going to take me home?"

Lewis leaned closer. They were inches apart, yet there seemed to be a gaping rift between them. He couldn't read the thoughts behind those eyes of hers, and neither could Josephine see through his soulful eyes.

"I told you I'd take you home when you recovered."

Josephine looked at him in a daze. "How do I know if I've recovered?"

Lewis replied, "That's for the doctor to decide."

"But the doctor's not here."

"I'll call him over tomorrow. Let's listen to what he has to say, okay?"

Josephine nodded, fervently wishing the doctor would dictate she had fully recovered.

Lewis held her hand and continued washing the paint off her. Josephine quietened, but the sorrow never left her eyes. She missed home so badly. She had never been outside on her own for such a long period.

After cleaning up, Lewis helped Josephine change into fresh clothes. They had dinner, and she started feeling sleepy again. However, consuming yet another bowl of herbal concoction drove away her sleepiness.

Taking the concoction was always a torment. Josephine would swallow half and throw up the rest. Then, she'd lean against Lewis while panting like a fish out of water. She would wail about how she would never drink another bowl of that.

Lewis patted her back and tried to soothe her. Years back, she had behaved the same way whenever she felt upset. She would lean against him, hold him tightly, and refuse to let him leave. She was still unable to speak then, let alone whine and throw fits.

At that time, she relied on him. But although they seemed close, they were never on par. She had always been careful around him. She read his expressions and only spoke coquettishly to him whenever appropriate.

In a trance, he thought they had gone back in time, but it was different now. Josephine now had her own pride and personality.

Lewis held her face and wiped her tears. "Don't cry. You won't have to take it anymore when you've recovered."

Josephine could learn those words by heart now, but recovery still seemed far-fetched. Pursing her lips, she looked at Lewis with displeasure. "But it's bitter."

"You'll get past it."

Josephine shook her head. "No, I refuse! I'm not drinking that anymore!"

"Don't make a fuss." Lewis put her in bed. "Now, sleep."

Josephine started her tantrums again. She tossed and turned on the bed, grumbling about the herbal concoction.

Her pajama top came with a hood, which she pulled over her head. She rolled about on the bed until the blanket wrapped around her like a sausage roll. Realizing she couldn't release herself from the blanket, she stared at Lewis pleadingly.

Lewis merely stood and watched.

Josephine mumbled, "I'm stuck."

"Can you listen to me and go to bed?"

Josephine nodded submissively. Her pajama hood with rabbit ears twitched accordingly. The sight of that was truly …

Lewis pressed his lips together and helped to unwrap the blanket. She wriggled out of her cocoon and clambered to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Keep me company."

Lewis paused before peeling her arms off him. "You can sleep first. I'll take a shower."

Josephine permitted him to do so and urged, "Hurry up."

Lewis went to the bathroom, and Josephine soon heard the running water.

Despite what she said, Lewis took his time and spent 40 minutes in the shower. He thought Josephine would definitely be asleep by now. To his surprise, she was lying at the foot of the bed, staring intently at the bathroom. She patted the bed beside her when he emerged, inviting him to take his place.

Lewis was dressed in a white bathrobe. He dried his hair as he walked to her. The open front of the bathrobe vaguely exposed the bandage wrapped around his chest. "How did you end up on this side of the bed?"

Josephine giggled, "I'm waiting for you."