What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 482

Conrad's final sentence hit Josephine hard. It left her disoriented. Her mind was in a mess.

All this while, her thoughts revolved around how to escape him, but she never considered the idea of him dying.

Conrad's words had stumped her.

If Lewis were to die, would she finally be free?

Josephine closed her eyes, unable to find an answer.

Yet often, the absence of an answer was an answer in itself.

She hung up the phone and exited the room to have the bodyguards drive her to Magic Cube.

Soon, she arrived at Magic Cube. The manager was waiting at the door of Lewis' private room. Seeing Josephine approaching, he knew help was here.

"Are you a friend of Mr. Alvarez?"

Josephine nodded. "Yes, what's happened to him?"

Troubled, the manager sighed. "He came the night before yesterday and hasn't left since. He ordered so much alcohol last night and was still drinking when we closed. It was the same today. If this goes on, I'm afraid ..."

After all, it was Lewis. How would they handle the situation if he drank himself to death here?

"I'll take a look."

Josephine pushed open the door. The smell of smoke and alcohol hit her, causing her to cough uncontrollably.

The private room was dimly lit. As Josephine stepped inside, she nearly stumbled over a beer bottle.

The bodyguards behind her instructed the manager to turn on all the lights in the private room.

As the lights flooded the room, Josephine could finally see everything.

Empty bottles were strewn across the floor and the table, both opened and unopened. Some drinks were spilled on the ground, forming puddles of alcohol.

The manager explained from behind. "He wouldn't let us come in and clean up. That's why it's such a mess ..."

Josephine's gaze landed on the figure huddled in the corner. Lewis was sprawled across the sofa, a half-empty bottle of alcohol by his side. Its contents were dripping onto the floor.

As she approached, she noticed another figure lying unconscious on the floor beside him. It was a woman.

She couldn't tell if she was alive or not.

The manager had someone carry the woman away, and Josephine approached Lewis. She shook his shoulder. "Lewis, wake up."

Lewis kept his eyes tightly shut, his brows furrowing as if annoyed by her voice.

At least he was alive.

Josephine pushed him a couple more times.

"Lewis!"

He finally responded and opened his eyes slightly. However, the lights were too bright. He raised his arm to shield his eyes.

"Turn off the lights." His voice was hoarse.

Josephine turned off the lights, leaving only the glow from the screen on the wall.

Sitting beside Lewis, she gently removed his hand from his face and patted his cheek. "Lewis? Are you okay?"

Lewis tilted his head slightly, his unfocused gaze resting on her face. Without saying anything, he stared at her.

"Get up, I'm taking you back."

Josephine grabbed his arm and tried to pull him up but failed.

Instead, Lewis grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. Then, she felt a weight on her. Lewis collapsed on her.

He rested his head on her shoulder and murmured, "Josie."

The people behind discreetly left the room and closed the door behind them.

Josephine was momentarily shocked. "It seems you can recognize me, so stop pretending to be unconscious. Get off."

He nuzzled against her neck, his unshaven stubble brushing against her skin. He didn't shave for two days, so his beard was slightly pricky.

Josephine tilted her head to avoid his touch and pushed him away with her hand. "Lewis, move away!"

"Josie, let me sing you a song."

Holding her close, he whispered, "What do you want to hear?"

"I don't want to hear anything."

Yet it seemed like he didn't hear her response at all. He continued to sing into her ear.

"Those scattered by the wind said he didn't love much.

"The person who got wet by the rain said he would not be cold.