What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 520

Conrad scratched his head. "I'd just work?"

He often worked all day. Not to mention, he was now in charge of two companies' affairs. He barely even had time to drink a glass of water most days.

Lewis' expression withered with dissatisfaction at the former's response.

"Chairman Alvarez, why would you ask me this out of the blue?"

"No reason. You may leave."

Conrad hummed in response before sheepishly peeking at Lewis. He felt relieved enough to leave after ensuring the latter had resumed watching the television.

That was when Avery came downstairs. She couldn't be bothered with talking to Lewis, so she pretended not to see him and exited the mansion.

Only after she left did Lewis switch off the television and head upstairs. He sat beside Josephine while holding her hand like it was natural. Just like that, he silently kept her company.

Avery had visited daily at that point. Even so, Josephine's condition never improved. Instead, she looked wearier by the day.

Lewis lowered his head to study Josephine's hand, which had diminished to skin and bones. He could have sworn she had some muscle to her last month.

Mrs. Larson soon brought dinner over. She placed it on the nightstand, then whispered to him, "I'll leave her dinner here, okay, Mr. Alvarez?"

She left after that.

Lewis waited some time before waking Josephine to feed her.

Little did he know that Josephine wasn't asleep. She was merely too tired to open her eyes. With a helpless sigh, she looked at Lewis and allowed him to help her sit upright.

Following that, Lewis brought a bowl of soup over. He raised a spoonful toward her lips. "Here. It's not burning hot anymore."

"I don't want to eat, Lewis."

"You should have a couple of mouthfuls, no matter what. So, open up."

Josephine had no choice but to open her mouth. She willed herself to drink two spoonfuls as he had ordered, then refused to have anymore.

Lewis' brows twisted into a conflicted frown. In the end, he surrendered. Silence befell the room as he set the bowl aside.

He brought Josephine's hand closer to inspect her wound, which seemed to have recovered well. Contrarily, her complexion grew paler by the day. Her face was practically translucent.

"What's wrong? You've lost so much weight." Lewis' attention shifted away from her face as he pinched her hand.

The corner of Josephine's lips weakly tugged. She didn't know how to answer him or want to speak.

"When will you get better, Josie?"

Josephine leaned against the headboard, stared at him for a second, and shut her eyes. "Why should I get better?"

"So you can do what your heart desires. I promised, remember? I'll let you go as long as you recover." He squeezed her hand tightly for a second. "Okay?"

Josephine wanted to snort. Sadly, she could only manage a half-smile with her remaining strength. "Don't you think it's getting late?"

Lewis' lips thinned as he fell speechless.

Josephine saw no point in recovering because she had nowhere to go. Plus, she didn't want to move and had difficulty speaking now.

"Is life without Seth that unbearable for you?" Lewis spoke calmly. Even so, one could tell he was suppressing his rage.