What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 453

Lewis' eyes flickered. He withdrew his gaze after a while and said, "We're here."

Josephine snapped back to reality and locked her phone screen. She pocketed it before getting down the car.

Mrs. Larson had prepared lunch, but it was already past 3:00 pm. She served the food after reheating it. Along with the dishes was a bowl of nasty-looking concoction that she put where Josephine sat.

The herbal concoction had become a compulsory routine for Josephine. Josephine smelled the familiar scent of herbs and felt nauseous even before she drank it.

Lewis held her down in her seat and sat beside her. "Have some food before you drink the concoction."

He then filled her bowl with food. However, Josephine didn't move. Seeing that, he scooped up a spoonful and brought it to her lips.

Josephine turned her head and avoided it. "I don't feel like eating."

"Well, you can always take the concoction first." Lewis gracefully put down the spoon and picked up the bowl of concoction instead.

Josephine frowned, and her stomach churned more vigorously. Holding her breath, she refused. "I don't want that either."

"How can you recover if you don't take it?" Lewis took Josephine's hand and placed the bowl on it. He said in a doting tone, "Be a good girl and take it, okay?"

That was the tone he had used with her all these years. Upon hearing that, Josephine's temper flared as she felt sickened and repulsed.

Lewis was acting as though nothing had happened, but his voice reminded Josephine of what happened in the past.

She recalled the days when she relied on him and stooped low to care for him. She also remembered how pathetic and meek she had been.

She abruptly lashed out and sent the bowl flying. It fell to the floor and smashed into pieces. Its content spilled all over the floor.

She glared at Lewis indignantly. "Is this fun to you?"

Lewis returned her glare with a passionate gaze. He kept quiet.

Josephine clenched her fists and stressed every word as she said, "Lewis, why are you doing all this? What's the point, anyway? Besides deluding yourself and looking like a clown."

Josephine waited for Lewis to burst. However, minutes passed, and he merely stared at her. His face was devoid of emotion as he locked his eyes on her.

Josephine's chest heaved, and she felt like everything she just said landed on deaf ears.

There was finally a hint of emotion in Lewis' soulful eyes. He withdrew his gaze and instructed Mrs. Larson, "Get her another bowl."

Mrs. Larson dared not utter a sound. She submissively went to the kitchen and served another bowl of the same herbal concoction.

Lewis handed it the Josephine. "Drink it."

This scene felt so familiar. Josephine heard his bland voice, and her heart lurched.

Her eyes met his. Although they were emotionless, she could still feel the rage of emotions beneath those quiet eyes.

Staring right at him, Josephine swiped the bowl aside again and spilled its content. She didn't believe he would put up with her tantrums.

"Serve another." Lewis didn't even look at the bowl on the floor.

Mrs. Larson awkwardly wiped off the sweat on her forehead and mused, "Again?" She served the last bowl and reminded Lewis, "This is the last of it."

Lewis said nothing and handed it to Josephine. Josephine was unrelenting. She grabbed the bowl. Instead of spilling it, she splashed it on Lewis' face.

Mrs. Larson's eyes widened. She could already predict the storm that would follow.