What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 481

Seeing this, one of the bodyguards stepped forward and grabbed Josephine's phone. "Mrs. Alvarez, just a quick look. Is that alright?"

Josephine was momentarily stunned. She wanted to call Lewis to scold him, not to complain.

However, since they allowed her to pass now, she couldn't be bothered to explain herself. She put her phone away, lifted her foot, and headed upstairs. "I got it. Thank you."

As they watched her go upstairs, the two bodyguards heaved a sigh of relief. They rolled up their sleeves and wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads.

If Lewis found out they allowed her to meet Quintin, they might get a beating at worst. But if she accused them of taking advantage of her, they might lose their jobs altogether.

They knew well which option was worse.

Ever since Josephine could speak, her demeanor had turned far from endearing.

Soon, Josephine arrived at Quintin's ward. The door was open, but she didn't go in. She didn't want to make things too difficult for those two guards.

She stood at the doorway and glanced inside. Quintin and Avery were playing cards with a third person she didn't recognize. She assumed that person must be a nurse.

Quintin seemed to be recovering well. He wore a neck brace and had a leg and an arm in casts.

Their movements seemed stiff, like zombies.

"Another win. Sorry about that. Let me see, where should I draw this time?" Avery had both her hands in casts. She held a pen between two fingers, but her movements were limited.

She turned to the nurse beside her and said, "Can you help me?"

The nurse lifted Avery's arm, holding it at a height that allowed her to reach Quintin's face.

Quintin looked exasperated. "That's enough. You're turning my face into a canvas!"

With a mischievous grin, Avery continued drawing. "Well, blame it on your lack of skill. Not to be rude, but with your abilities, how did you manage to get married to Josephine? Gosh ..."

"Wait. What do you mean?"

"I'm just lamenting that she has terrible taste. She can't judge men properly. She got it wrong twice."

Quintin retorted, "You're talking nonsense. What's wrong with me? I'm way better than that Lewis bastard! Look at you. No wonder you're not married yet. You have no taste!"

They were openly referring to Lewis as a bastard. It was simple and direct.

Upon hearing the last sentence, Avery suddenly pressed down on the pen, causing Quintin to yelp in pain.

"What are you doing? I'm bleeding!"

"You're not that delicate! You're not bleeding. Tough it out!"

"You are so cruel."

Avery chuckled, "Sure, sure. Unlike you, such a delicate and kind-hearted little boy. Can you not move? Just one more stroke to go."

Quintin swatted her hand away angrily. "Who's a delicate little boy? Stop making stuff up. I'm a tough man!"

"Wow, getting angry, huh? Weren't you the one crying earlier?"

Quintin blinked, his face suddenly turning red. "That was because I was in pain. How many times do I have to say it? It's physiological tears! I don't believe you didn't cry either!"

"Oh, you think I'm you? I definitely didn't cry."

As she watched them having such a joyful time in the hospital room, Josephine silently turned and left.

As long as they were okay, she felt relieved.

She knew she would never fully fit into their world and have a happy time together as long as Lewis was here.

Only by keeping distance from them could they truly enjoy their lives.

They wouldn't be lying here like this if it weren't for her.

Josephine headed downstairs. A thought flashed across her mind, and she suddenly turned to look down the hallway.

Her gaze settled on Sierra's room.

The two bodyguards exchanged a glance and called out with concern, "Mrs. Alvarez."

Josephine averted her eyes. "Let's go."

She understood they were worried she might upset Sierra. Lewis might have found out about her eavesdropping outside Sierra's room last time. That was why the bodyguards were acting so nervous.

Lewis was so protective over Sierra.

She wouldn't visit her. Even if she did, she wouldn't know what to say.

After all, Lewis dated Sierra before marrying her.

On the way back, Josephine's phone buzzed.

She took out her phone and saw the contact's name. Instantly, she sat straight up.

It was a text from Seth.