What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 432

Josephine was utterly terrified. Her gaze shifted until she was looking at Lewis's fingertip.

He was pressing her lips so hard that it caused her pain.

Tears trickled down her cheeks. Yet, she dared not let the whimper escape her mouth because no one was on her side.

He caressed her cheek as he regained his usual tone and complexion. "Take your wet clothes off."

She lowered her head and obediently removed her clothes. Despite her slow movements, he remained patient. Lewis silently watched her.

Josephine sneezed. She likely caught a cold from the rain. She raised her head to observe Lewis. But Lewis remained unresponsive.

She cast her top away before taking her pants off. Josephine stood before Lewis and murmured, "Done."

Her nasally voice and the faint volume both suggested her grievances.

Lewis held the shower without showing any emotions. He adjusted the water temperature and helped her with her bath.

She behaved. She did not utter a single word until the end.

After showering, she lay in bed. Her body felt warm, and her mind felt groggy.

Lewis' hand felt cold against her forehead. She could vaguely hear him sigh.

Dr. Halliday rushed to the manor to check on Josephine's condition. After taking her temperature, he declared, "Mr. Alvarez, Mrs. Alvarez has caught a cold."

Lewis was sitting on a nearby couch. He kneaded his temple with closed eyes.

When the doctor finished, Lewis directed his gaze at him and asked, "Anything else?"

Dr. Halliday thought for a moment. "Nothing for now. But she's weak. Even a simple ailment like a cold can be harmful to her. It's best to ensure she's in the best possible health."

Lewis glanced at the sleeping Josephine and gestured for the doctor to leave.

"Please call for me after the IV drip finishes. I'll be downstairs." Dr. Halliday placed a medical kit in a corner and left the room.

Josephine wasn't sleeping. It was just that dizziness got the best of her sensations. Her head ached. She also felt dizzy. She didn't feel good.

She could vaguely make out a person at the bedside, so she tried to take a closer look. However, the more she tried to focus, the dizzier she felt.

She struggled to prop herself up. Unfortunately, her lack of strength made her flop on the bed again.

She gazed at that person. Josephine slowly reached out for him and clutched his sleeve.

Lewis observed her feverish condition as he noticed her flushed cheeks and pale lips. Her eyes were filled with tears. Josephine seemed as delicate as a fragile porcelain doll.

She looked pretty despite being sick.

Lewis held her hand. "Does it hurt a lot?"

"Dad," muttered Josephine. She tightly gripped his sleeve. It was as though she was afraid that he would disappear into thin air.

For a moment, he was taken aback.

Josephine hugged him at his waist. Her voice was hoarse as she continued to cry.

Josephine thought that Lewis was her father. She grumbled, "A bad guy is bullying me. I wanna go home."

She snuggled against his leg and felt the coolness of the fabric. It helped to relieve the heat on her cheeks. "Don't abandon me … "

He tucked the loose strands of hair behind her ear. She inhaled his scent and felt safe.

Josephine repetitively called out, "Dad." She seemed happy.

She continued to hug Lewis' waist. She kept whining. She expected her father to comfort her. Yet, no matter how she acted, she received no response whatsoever.