What Separates Me and You

Chapter 209 Promise You’ll Marry Me

“What are you saying?” Lewis suddenly spoke, interrupting Sierra’s incessant chattering. Sierra was

taken aback. She stared blankly at Lewis’ expressionless face, and her fantasies came to an abrupt

halt.

“Well, since you’re divorced now, don’t you plan to marry me?”

“Who told you I got divorced?” Lewis retorted.

Sierra replied, “Josephine just said so herself. Besides, she wouldn’t come to the movies with another

man so brazenly if she wasn’t divorced, right?”

She deduced that Josephine wouldn’t have the guts to do such a thing if she was still married to Lewis.

Otherwise, how could she dare to go on a date with another man as a married woman? She had to be

divorced to do that.

Unexpectedly, she didn’t receive any form of confirmation from Lewis regarding the matter. On the

contrary, her blabbering made his already grim expression darken further. He remained silent and

walked away, leaving Sierra behind as he headed toward the parking lot.

Sierra stood still in her spot for a while. Within a few seconds, her emotions went from being on cloud

nine to being down in the dumps. She knew Josephine wouldn’t lie, and she wasn’t willing to give up.

Hence, Sierra chased after Lewis. She then grabbed his hand and looked at him with a pitiful

expression. “Lewis, tell me the truth. Are you and Josephine really divorced?”

“I think I’ve made myself very clear just now. What were you hoping to hear?”

Sierra opened her mouth to speak. Of course, she wanted to hear from him that they got divorced, and

she wanted to hear Lewis’ promise that he would marry her. After all, she’d been waiting for this for so

long. Her youth and time were all spent on him without reserve, waiting for the day when he would give

his word that they would walk down the aisle.

She finally saw a tiny glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel, but Lewis’ reply thwarted that little bit of

hope she had. How could she accept that?

Lewis stared at her with a solemn gaze. After a few seconds, he finally said, “Stop overthinking it and

get in the car.”

His answer was still ambiguous, leaving Sierra immensely frustrated as she didn’t know where she

stood. She sulkily opened the car door and got in. Feeling chagrined, she turned her head to one side

and looked at the gloomy night scenery outside.

Sierra couldn’t ascertain what the actual situation was. She contemplated, “Is Lewis still not divorced?

Or is he already divorced but has no intentions to marry me?”

If it turned out to be the latter, just the thought of it made Sierra feel suffocated. What was she

to him after following him around all these years?

On the other hand, Quintin brought Josephine to his pet shelter, but before entering, he sensed that

something was off. The iron gate of the shelter was wide open, and it was eerily quiet inside.

Furthermore, when his car lights illuminated the area ahead, he could faintly see several cars parked

inside.

Quintin slammed on the brakes hard. Josephine nearly slammed into the dashboard in front of her as

she was lost in thought. She lunged forward, and the seatbelt across her chest almost. choked her. She

looked at Quintin in confusion, but he’d already gotten out of the car and run.

off.

Realizing something was amiss, she quickly got off and followed him.

They sprinted into the shelter hurriedly. The lights inside were dim. Unlike before, Quintin wasn’t

greeted with the dogs’ enthusiastic barkings when he arrived. Instead, the entire shelter was deathly

quiet.

Quintin seemed to realize something, and he suddenly rushed toward the sheds. Before he reached

them, he saw several figures standing in front of the cages from a distance.

“It’s all taken care of, Mr. Fowler.”

“Are they all dead?”

“Yes, not a single one survived!”

Upon hearing the conversation coming from the shadows, Quintin’s legs went weak, and his whole

body slumped to the cold ground.

“Dad…”

Hearing Quintin’s trembling voice, the men who were speaking in the shadows ceased their

conversation. After about a minute, several figures emerged from the darkness. Damian’s face

gradually became visible in the light as he walked toward Quintin. Seeing his father’s familiar face,

Quintin’s pale face turned even more ashen.

“So, this is what you do all day?” Damian stared at him coldly, his stern face showing only indifference

and callousness.

Josephine came to Quintin’s side. She glanced at him and bent down to pull him up from the ground.

Quintin pushed her hand away and got up on his own. His eyes were filled with anger and resentment

as he glared at Damian fiercely.

“Did you kill all the animals I raised?”

Damian’s reply was devoid of any warmth and was cold as ice. “They were merely livestock. Are you

going to sever ties with your own father just because of a few animals?”

Quintin clenched his fists tightly, his chest heaving rapidly.

Seeing him in this state, Damian sneered, “Look at the pathetic state you’re in right now. Did I raise to

do such meaningless things? If word goes out that my son is dealing with these animals all day long,

how should I face all those people outside, hmm?”

“Enough!” Quintin suddenly shouted, his voice trembling either from anger or sorrow. “What is

considered the right thing to do in your eyes? Am I supposed to be the same as you? Should I sleep

with a celebrity today, a model tomorrow, and get myself a mistress the day after that? Is that what you

think I should be doing instead?”

Smack!