What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 455

After who knew how long, Josephine slowly lowered her hands and panted weakly. She was exhausted. She slouched in her seat and stared at the ceiling, spaced out.

Suddenly, she caught a whiff of a familiar scent. She turned to look and saw Lewis sitting beside her. She was too worn out to speak. She merely glanced at him before looking away.

"Are you full?" asked Lewis. He held her hands and helped her wipe the residue of the concoction off them.

Josephine took a while before replying, "Are you going to keep me locked up here forever?"

Lewis paused. He resumed his actions as he said, "I'm not locking you up. You can leave whenever you like." Before Josephine could say anything, he continued, "But someone must be by your side."

The corners of Josephine's lips turned down. What was the difference?

However, she recalled what Seth had said and swallowed her retort. The best she could do now was to earn Lewis' trust and lower his guard. Then, she could escape with less effort. "Can I visit Avery every day?"

"Yes, you can. But not Quintin."

Josephine cast him a glance.

He still bore a grudge toward Quintin. He was the one who shoved her toward Quintin in the first place. Now, he wouldn't let her visit Quintin even once.

Josephine pressed her lips together and lowered her eyes. "Got it."

Lewis studied her. Suddenly, something flashed in his eyes when he realized she was obedient. "When did you wake up?"

"Not long ago."

Lewis abruptly tugged her up and caressed her cheeks. He said in a low voice, "If you aren't sleepy, let's go somewhere."

Josephine was stunned. She looked up at him. "Where to?"

"Just come with me."

He pulled her along, and she followed him closely. He took his coat from Mrs. Larson and put it on Josephine. His actions oozed gentleness and consideration.

It was somehow different now. Josephine had always felt he was treating her like his sister when he had shown such consideration for her. Now, he was behaving like her husband.

Analyzing it further, she felt it might be because he was trying to please her when he cared for her. She would have been moved to the core if she were who she used to be.

But now, try as he might, nothing could compensate for the pain he inflicted on her. And his reasons for doing what he did didn't matter anymore.

They got into the car, and Lewis drove her to the suburbs. They entered a remote area. As they went on, they could no longer see the streetlights. Only the road right before them was visible, illuminated by the headlamps.

Josephine wasn't afraid in the least. Perhaps it was because she knew Lewis wouldn't abandon her in the middle of nowhere.

That was likely the sense of security she yearned for in the past and wished to get rid of in the present.

Suddenly, a lamp lit up the path ahead. As they drew nearer, Josephine realized where they were—a graveyard.

Josephine turned to look at Lewis. "Why did you bring me here?"

Lewis parked the car and glanced at her. "Let's go."

Josephine frowned and followed him out. She felt a trace of fear as the darkness was blinding, not to mention they were somewhere spooky.