What Separates Me and You

Chapter 213 Hate the Dogs

Under Lewis’ grilling, Josephine felt defeated, and her shoulders sagged powerlessly. She gave Lewis

a complicated look. His expression was unreadable as usual, and Josephine could not decide whether

to trust him or not.

However, she had no evidence and should not have suspected him. Josephine gestured, “Sorry.

I’m really sorry.”

“If an apology works, policemen would lose their jobs.”

Josephine remained silent for a while before she gestured again, “What do you want me to do then?”

Lewis did not say anything, and his gaze fixed delicately on Josephine. After a moment, a thought

crossed his mind, prompting him to speak up. “You seem to like dogs very much, am I right?”

Josephine, unsure of the intention behind Lewis’ question, offered no response. She hesitated,

wondering if saying “yes” would have unforeseen consequences, such as never encountering a dog

within a hundred feet of her ever again.

Before she could wrap her mind around this, Lewis abruptly grabbed her arm and dragged her out.

Josephine staggeringly followed behind him. She had no idea where he was taking her. He walked at a

fast pace, and Josephine nearly tripped and fell a few times.

When they exited the office, he released her and said, “Follow along.”

After Josephine regained stability, she paused in bewilderment once again. She looked up at the man

who was walking away without looking back. It was as if he was afraid that people would know about

their relationship even when they had nothing to do with each other anymore. She lowered her head

and remained silent for a moment before following him.

Josephine pressed the button to reopen the closing elevator door, and she saw Lewis standing inside

with his arms crossed as he stared at her expressionlessly. Josephine hung her head low and stood at

the corner quietly.

The elevator arrived at the underground parking lot, and Lewis walked out without uttering a word.

Josephine followed him to his car. After he got into the car, Josephine continued to linger outside. The

parking lot was freezing, and cold air blew from all directions, brushing against her cheeks.

After two minutes, Lewis exited the car and stood there looking at Josephine. His voice was cold as he

said, “Josephine, is your brain filled with mush?”

He was obviously angry. Josephine quickly opened the car door, hopped in, and hurriedly fastened her

seatbelt. The car’s air conditioning was already running, but as soon as Lewis entered, an inexplicable

chill seemed to permeate the vehicle, sending a shiver down

Josephine’s spine.

In a state of unease, Josephine bowed her head and nervously fidgeted with her fingers. As she

glanced down, her eyes caught sight of the wound on her wrist and the bruise marring her nails. Lost in

deep contemplation, she observed her fingers, which, despite not causing any pain, had turned a

purplish hue as if tainted by poison. Josephine continued to gaze at them. She could not figure out how

she got these bruises or what caused them.

The man beside her glanced briefly in her direction. The cold expression on his face softened

when he saw her nails. He then withdrew his gaze and focused on driving.

They did not talk for the entire trip. When Josephine raised her head again, they were in the mountains.

She surveyed the majestic peaks and the serpentine road stretching ahead before giving Lewis a

glance. Upon witnessing his frigid expression, a surge of fear caused her heart to leap into her throat.

She wondered about his intentions for bringing her here. Was it to kill her? Dense, forested mountains

like this seemed like a perfect place for crime.

Josephine’s imagination went wild, and she anxiously fidgeted her fingers. She thought, ” We’ve been

around each other for almost twenty years. No matter how much he hates me, he wouldn’t kill me,

right?”

The car eventually reached its destination-a sprawling mansion perched on a hillside. Lewis

maneuvered the vehicle through the gate and made his way inside. Parking the car in an

unoccupied spot outside the mansion, Lewis released his seatbelt and turned to cast at meaningful

look at Josephine. Josephine understood what he meant and quickly got out of the

car.

As soon as she stepped foot on the ground, she heard dogs barking in the distance. Their barks were

different compared to the barks of Quintin’s dogs. They sounded fierce.

Before Josephine could react, Lewis walked toward her and grabbed her arm, pulling her toward where

he kept the dogs. Josephine raised her head and looked at the man’s back with at complicated

expression.

She surveyed the surroundings from the corner of her eyes. It was winter, but the garden was filled with

the sweet scent of flowers and the sounds of birds chirping. Along the path, there were blooming flower

beds. In the distance, a thick grove of trees shadowed the sides of the mansion. It seemed to envelop

the mansion from all sides.

Josephine never knew that Lewis owned property such as this one. She had never seen this place nor

been here. They were getting closer to the barking sounds, and Josephine’s heart raced. She was not

in the mood to admire the scenery; instead, she was anxious that Lewis was going to feed her to the

dogs.

The dogs’ barks resonated with an unnerving ferocity, far from the usual sounds of domesticated

canines. Their menacing howls seemed to carry a sense of malicious intent. Josephine’s gaze fixated

on the distant fence, revealing a frenzied pack of dogs within its confines. A few unfortunate canines

were confined within cages, further intensifying the.

scene’s unsettling atmosphere.

“Sir, Madam,” Phineas approached them, carrying a bucket in hand, and offered a greeting. Lewis

responded by lifting his chin, signaling for Phineas to depart. Understanding the gesture, Phineas

nodded in acknowledgment and left, taking the bucket and a broom he had picked up from the side.

The dogs were exuberant and raced over. Josephine saw those large menacing wolfhounds and

stepped back in fear. Lewis tightened his grip on her arm as he tilted his head to look at her. He said, “I

thought you liked dogs. Why are you trying to run away?”

Josephine’s gaze flickered, and she showed a fearful expression. She shook her head and looked at

Lewis with pleading eyes.

The dogs were ugly and vicious. It was as if they had not eaten in a hundred years when they drooled

with their mouths open. It looked like they wanted to devour her alive.

Lewis pretended not to see her pleading expression. He opened the fence gate and pushed Josephine

in. Josephine stumbled a few steps and tripped over her own foot, falling heavily to the ground. As

soon as she fell, the dogs rushed toward her. The dogs surrounded her, nuzzling and licking her all

over. Within a minute, her body was soaked with dog saliva. 1

She attempted to rise, but the dogs pounced on her, forcing her back down to the ground.

Overwhelmed by their sheer numbers, the dogs trampled over her body. Though their weight didn’t

cause any pain, the multitude of paws left dirty prints and stains all over her. Some of the dogs even

scratched her, leaving her hair disheveled. Their mouths hung open, drooling onto Josephine’s face

and body.

As Josephine met the dogs’ gaze, their eyes seemed to hold a ravenous hunger, as if eager to devour

someone. However, the dogs did not dare to bite as they had not received an order. They could only

surround her, stepping and licking all over her. It was as if they had found a new plaything. There was

no joy in Josephine’s eyes as she watched them. There was only fear.

She scrambled on the ground and crawled toward the fence. It took her a long time to escape the dogs’

encirclement. Josephine grabbed the fence and looked up at Lewis. Lewis met her gaze, and his face

was expressionless as he said, “Do you like these dogs?”

Josephine vigorously shook her head, her movements laden with desperation, as she pleaded with

Lewis through her eyes. Gripping the fence tightly, she shook it with all her might, beseeching him to

release her.