What Separates Me and You

Chapter 232 His Precious Sweetheart

Lewis carried her downstairs to the dining room, yet he showed no intention of setting her down.

Josephine felt her face grow hot. She wasn’t used to him holding her in his lap during mealtime, plus

she wasn’t a child. She tried to squirm free, but he wouldn’t let her and wrapped an arm around her

waist to stop her from moving.

“Why haven’t you eaten?” He tilted his head to get a better view of her flushed face and neck.

Shaking her head, she pointed at her empty plate to indicate that she had eaten her fill.

“That’s too little.” He then picked up a spoon, scooped some oatmeal, and brought it before her mouth.

She initially resisted, but in the end, she chose to push through her embarrassment, opening her mouth

and swallowing the spoonful of food. His expression suddenly took on an unusual demeanor, so

peculiar that she could barely recognize him, leaving her uncertain about how to

react.

“One more spoon.”

She forced herself to swallow yet again. She felt as though she had been transported back to when she

was young, where she would be seated on his lap, and he would feed her in the same manner. After

witnessing those moments, Daphne had mocked her relentlessly, leading Josephine to forbid Lewis

from spoonfeeding her since then. Now that she thought about it, their current situation was less like

lovers and more like a parent feeding their children. How could she have forgotten that she was like a

mere child in his eyes?

Her eyes turned gloomy at the thought of that, and she refused to eat when he tried to feed. her

another spoon as she struggled to get off his lap. He didn’t make things difficult for her and released

her upon seeing how hard she was struggling. Josephine went to her seat and sat with her head

lowered, feeling a strong urge to cry. Lewis stared at her for a while, then at the spoon of oatmeal in his

hand before chucking it away and tugging on his tie-a silent. atmosphere befell the dinner table.

It was uncertain how much time had elapsed before he abruptly rose from his seat and ascended the

stairs without touching a morsel of the food on the table. She was accustomed to this as he would

frequently lose his temper during meals, discarding utensils before storming off. Most of the time, she

didn’t even know what he was angry about.

He left the house after showering and changing his clothes, except this time, he left her with

instructions. “Don’t go anywhere.”

senses,

She froze, a sense of déjà vu washing over from his words. By the time she returned to her

he had already left. She sat in the dining room deep in contemplation for 30 minutes, attempting to

piece together the missing fragments of her memory to no avail. Finally, she let out a sigh and began

clearing the table.

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The doorbell rang close to noon. Putting down the puppy, she headed towards the door and opened it.

Conrad stood there and had two middle-aged women with him. Leading them inside, he said. to her

with a smile, “This is Mrs. Larson and Mrs. White, madam. The chairman has arranged for them to look

after you.”

“Greetings, madam.” The two maids smiled and lowered their heads.

Josephine looked at Conrad in puzzlement as though asking him what he meant.

He didn’t explain and merely continued, “These two will be responsible for your care from now on. You

just need to let them know if you need anything.” He then turned to the two maids and said, “Make sure

you take good care of madam. I will hold you both accountable if anything were to happen to her.”

“Understood. We promise we’ll take good care of her.”

He nodded his head satisfactorily. “I’ll be leaving then.”

He left as quickly as he had appeared. If it weren’t for the two women standing in front of Josephine,

there wouldn’t be anything else that could prove he was here. The two maids. swiftly started trying to

tidy up the place, but the villa was spotless, and there wasn’t anything for them to do. After making a

round inside the house, they exchanged looks and saw helplessness reflected in each other’s eyes.

Walking up to Josephine, Mrs. Larson respectfully asked, “Is there anything you need us to do,

madam?”

Josephine raised her head and looked at Mrs. Larson. She was used to being alone in the villa, so she

hadn’t yet gotten used to the sudden addition of the two maids. Looking around, she shook her head to

indicate that she didn’t need them to do anything.

“Then please let us know if you do.”

Josephine nodded her head in

response.

The two maids found a suitable place to wait, keeping a watchful eye on Josephine. They had been

instructed beforehand that their primary duty was to ensure Josephine’s well-being. They were to

accompany her if she left the house and check on her if she spent an extended period of time in the

washroom. Although they were unaware of the exact reasons, they sensed that Lewis held a deep

affection for Josephine.

In the late afternoon, Phineas made an unexpected visit, accompanied by a group of individuals. They

busily moved about the house, installing surveillance cameras in every corner, with the exception of the

bedrooms and washrooms. The presence of the cameras made Josephine feel as if she were trapped

in a prison. Throughout the day, she observed the constant stream of people coming in and out of the

house, diligently setting up

the surveillance system. The two dogs followed their every move, inadvertently leaving muddy

footprints throughout the house. The two maids were ecstatic to finally found something to do, and they

happily cleaned the house.

Josephine couldn’t help but find the scene ridiculous, and it sparked a sense of amusement

within her.

Meanwhile, Daphine was in court, and the lawyers passionately presented their arguments. Despite

their efforts, the court did not sway in their favor, resulting in the decision to reconvene at a later date.

As she was escorted out, she noticed Seth sitting in the gallery. Her pupils trembled with intensity as

she glared fiercely at him, yet he maintained the same smile on his face, seemingly unfazed.

His gaze met hers, and their eyes locked. Her body quivered with a mixture of anger and agitation. He

had betrayed her and fled, only to reappear now, observing the proceedings as though it were a mere

spectacle. The intensity of her fury caused her to tremble uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face

against her will. She felt an overwhelming urge to break free, to rush towards him, seize him by the

collar, and ask him why.

She loved him so much and trusted him. Never would she have thought that she would be destroyed

by the one that she loved the most. No one could understand the kind of pain and hatred she was

feeling. She had even thought of dragging him down with her if she had to plead guilty in the next court

session.

The hatred in her eyes was so apparent that Derek, who was on his way out, even noticed it. Derek

followed her gaze toward Seth, and he suddenly remembered the man who had anonymously revealed

the location of the robber to him.

“Mr. Fairchild,” Derek addressed Seth.

Seth paused and turned around to look at Derek. His mouth formed into his trademark smile.

“Derek, long time no see.”

“It was you, wasn’t it?” Derek cut straight to the point.

“What are you talking about?” Seth played dumb.

Derek looked at him meaningfully before changing the topic and saying, “Nothing. I was just curious.”

“It’s not good to be too curious. Curiosity killed the cat after all.” Seth chuckled.

Derek laughed noncommittally. “I’m sure you can understand how I feel, seeing as you have a child of

your own, Mr. Fairchild.”

“Well… I do want to, but I’m sorry to say that I can’t, seeing as my son is still alive.”

Derek’s expression abruptly changed at Seth’s pointed words. His words reminded him of something. If

pursuing legal action against Daphne wasn’t enough to bring the hidden culprit

to justice, he wouldn’t mind exchanging an eye for an eye. These people should have a taste of what it

was like to lose a loved one.

Seeing his reaction, Seth quickly said, “Don’t get upset, Derek. I tend to speak very bluntly and am not

very good at comforting people. I can tell that you’re upset right now and can only advise that you

restrain your grief and accept your loss and not catch the attention of Lewis’ precious sweetheart.

Otherwise, not even God can protect you. What’s more… she’s a public figure now and isn’t some

unknown person.”

It was evident who Seth was referring to. Lewis’ precious sweetheart and a public figure-who else could

it be other than Sierra Woods?