What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 500

Alan's footsteps halted. Without turning around, he said, "Let the past be the past. People need to look forward, and so should you."

With that, he left the ward without looking back. Lewis was left alone in the room to digest the information he just received.

Lewis was spacing out, and the cigarette in his hand was extinguishing. Josephine couldn't help but give him a nudge.

Lewis snapped to his senses and glanced at her.

Josephine looked at the burnt cigarette between his fingers and remarked, "It's burnt out."

Lewis seemed to have just realized it as well. He casually glanced at it, seemingly oblivious to the reddened fingers. Expressionlessly, he extinguished the cigarette on the bedside table.

There used to be an ashtray in the bedroom, but Josephine asked Mrs. Larson to remove it after Lewis moved out.

He didn't mind. He smoked wherever he pleased.

"You must have suffered to treat Sierra so well during those seven years. I'm going to sleep now. You can leave." Josephine started ushering him out, not wanting to continue the conversation.

Lewis remained seated.

Josephine threw back the covers and opened the window to let in the outside breeze. She wanted to disperse the smell of smoke in the bedroom.

Then she fetched a trash bin and tissues to clean up the cigarette ashes on the bedside table.

Lewis' gaze followed her movements. Once she finished cleaning up, she couldn't bother with him any longer.

She put down the trash bin and decided to leave the room.

Since Lewis liked the room so much, she might as well return it to him.

Josephine's hand had just touched the doorknob when she suddenly felt a grip around her waist. The man's breath reached her from behind.

"Don't go."

Josephine tilted her head, avoiding his breath. After a brief silence, she spoke softly, "Lewis, what do you really want?"

"I've been pondering that question for many years." He held her from behind, resting his head on her shoulder. His tone was steady, yet Josephine could still hear a hint of helplessness.

Lewis continued, "Perhaps humans are just perverse. They don't want what they have and desperately want what they can't possess.

"So, throughout one's life, they're constantly gaining and letting go. In the end, they gain nothing."

Josephine frowned. Her grip on the doorknob tightened.

She turned around, looked at Lewis, and called his name, "Lewis."

He lowered his gaze to meet her eyes.

Josephine smiled at him. "Tell me you love me, and I won't leave."

Lewis was slightly stunned.

His gaze intensified as he stared at Josephine. It was as if he was trying to see through her.

Josephine didn't back down either. They locked eyes, and a weird tension filled the air.

Josephine saw the emotions flashing across Lewis' eyes. They were too fleeting for her to grasp. For several moments, she felt he was about to speak, and her heart raced in anticipation.

Yet, in the end, no words escaped his lips.

Josephine inwardly sighed in relief and laughed. "You can't say it, huh? Is it because you don't love me?

"Then why did you stop me from leaving? Chairman Alvarez, you can find Sierra. She'd probably be more than willing to play this melodramatic romance with you."

With that, she opened the bedroom door.

In the next second, Lewis grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. Josephine stumbled, crashing into the door, which he then shut forcefully.

He pressed her against the door and closed in on her. He had been holding himself back for the past few days, but he could no longer do it. A sense of danger radiated from him.

"Josephine, do you genuinely want to hear it, or are you just trying to provoke me?"