Their eyes met, and Lewis' silence cut through Josephine's heart like a sharp blade.
It made her feel that all her previous efforts to hide the truth, and her subconscious belief that he didn't know anything, were laughable.
She wanted to say something but realized there was nothing left to say between them. Before she could speak, tears welled up in her eyes.
After a prolonged silence, Lewis suddenly let go of her and lay beside her.
"It's only natural if you hate me."
Josephine turned her back to him. "Hate is an emotion too. I don't hate you. I blame myself for being too naive."
She was devastated. She didn't hate Lewis. She simply didn't want to waste any emotion on him.
Without saying anything, Lewis sat up.
He stared at the curled-up figure beside him, his gaze complicated.
After a long while, he spoke, "You can't do it."
Josephine was stunned.
She clenched the pillow as she stared at the reflection in the window.
Slowly, she released her grip, her voice calm, "I can."
Lewis chuckled. "Then let's see."
Josephine sensed the danger in his words and turned her head abruptly. "What are you trying to do?"
Lewis' fingers touched her face. He gently tucked strands of hair behind her ear. "It's not that hard to make someone hate you. Don't you think so?"
His tone was casual, as if they were exchanging small talk. Yet his words sent shivers down Josephine's spine.
She stared at him intently, her breath becoming rapid.
She tried to calm herself down. Suddenly, she realized this man was a lunatic.
He was erratic. Whenever Josephine tried to hurt him emotionally, he would only mock her. It was as if the wounds she inflicted weren't deep enough.
With this thought in mind, Josephine changed the subject.
She diverted the topic. "I've met Sierra."
Lewis leaned against the headboard, retrieved a cigarette, and lit it. He didn't seem interested in pursuing this topic either.
"I know."
Josephine gazed at the swirling smoke before her. The man's expression became even more inscrutable.
She continued, "She told me you agreed to be in a relationship with her to repay her for saving your life. I know you're not that kind of person. So, why did you agree?"
Lewis quietly smoked and spaced out. He remained silent for a long time.
When Josephine began to think he wouldn't answer, he suddenly spoke.
"I wanted to fall in love with someone else."
Josephine's heart skipped a beat at his words. She didn't want to hear the rest of his answer. She even regretted asking the question.
However, it was too late.
Lewis continued, "Whether it's Sierra, Sienna, Sarah, or Sydney, it's all the same. She just happened to be the person."
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