What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 518

Lewis didn't know what to do. He wanted to call out to Yannis for help, but the latter had already fled. So, Lewis patted Josephine's back to help soothe her rapid breathing.

He waited until Josephine gradually calmed down before he sat beside her. Eyes locked on her, he asked, "Do you feel better now?"

His concerned gaze made Josephine more tired.

"Get out!" She glanced at him and realized he didn't move. "I want to sleep. Can you not sit here?"

"You can sleep if you want. I'll keep an eye on you."

"I can't sleep if you keep watching me!"

Lewis looked down at his watch. "It's still early. You can sleep later at night."

Josephine shut her eyes and tried hard to reel in her rage. She planned to ignore the former by then.

Seeing how she didn't want to deal with him anymore, Lewis watched her for a little longer before subtly sighing. He had quick enough wits to say, "Fine. Rest up. I won't take up any more of your time."

He gave one last look at Josephine, who still didn't react to him. Only then did he get up to leave.

Josephine opened her eyes once the door closed. Exhaustion weighed her down at once, and she leaned limply against the headboard.

Josephine had brain fog and heard a ringing in her ears. However, she wasn't sure if it was because she got angered by Lewis or if her dwindling health was the cause for it.

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Lewis headed downstairs.

Lucy had brought a ball from somewhere and placed it near Lewis' foot. She then wagged her tail as if wanting him to play.

Lewis looked down, then kicked the ball far away.

Lucy ran after it but stopped after two steps when she realized the orange ball had landed beyond the fence in their yard. She couldn't go out there.

Mrs. Larson watched everything unfold from the side and rubbed her nose awkwardly. For a moment, she felt bad for Lucy.

As for Lewis, he loosened his tie while sitting on the couch. His expression was so grim that even Mrs. Larson dared not talk to him.

Conrad had already contacted Henry, who was still in Elysium. He asked the latter to deploy some men to apprehend Yannis in Qoigas.

In less than four hours, Yannis got sent back to Styx Mansion in a private jet. He stood stiffly before Lewis and would occasionally sneak glances at the latter. They had stood like that for ten minutes, yet Lewis never said a word.

A cartoon played on the television. Lewis watched it while fiddling with the remote. The cartoon's cheery background music jarringly stood out against the tense atmosphere.

Yannis couldn't stand feeling like a prisoner awaiting his sentence, so he squeaked, "Mr. Alvarez."

Lewis still ignored the former and leaned against the couch while focusing on the television.

Yannis gulped before speaking up again. "Mr. Alvarez, I merely went to Qoigas for a medical conference."

Lewis finally looked up at him.

Guilt shot throughout Yannis' body as he lowered his head. He blamed himself for attending the conference instead of purchasing flight tickets to flee the country. If he had left overnight, he would have settled abroad by now.

"Why did you flee?" Lewis asked.

Yannis stiffened yet quickly explained, "I wasn't fleeing. I swear it! I really was attending a medical conference."

"Is that so? What have you discussed at the said conference?"

"Well, you wouldn't know even if I told you." Yannis' sheepish laugh rang out.

"Why don't you update me on Josephine's situation."

All color drained from Yannis' face. He lowered his head and tried hard to conceal his pale expression. "M-Mrs. Alvarez lost too much blood and is weak …"

"It seems you didn't learn much from that conference."

Yannis froze.