What Separates Me and You

Chapter 238 What a Joke

Lewis put her down. He then pulled out his phone to turn it off before sitting beside Josephine and

eating with her.

After staring at him for a moment, Josephine finally picked up her cutleries and started eating.

Strangely enough, Lewis kept wanting to feed her.

Eyes on the spoon in front of her face, Josephine opened her mouth unwillingly and swallowed the

porridge.

She could only wonder what Lewis was trying to do as she snuck a glance at him. On the other hand,

he kept feeding her on his own accord, not bothered to know if she could still eat.

Josephine couldn’t help but feel like a toy being cared for by Lewis, especially during moments when

he helped her shower or feed her. It was just like how she used to love dressing up

and combing hair for her baby doll. She was just like his toy.

After feeding her for half an hour, Josephine couldn’t eat anymore. She turned her face away, hinting

that she was full.

“Last bite. Be a good girl.”

Pursing her lips, Josephine rubbed her round tummy. She forced down a feeling of nausea as she

gulped down the piece of meat.

At the same time, the doorbell was ringing persistently.

Stunned, Josephine looked up to watch Lewis.

Lewis frowned. After a while, he set his cutleries down and said, “Go to bed first.”

Josephine didn’t say anything to that. She got up and headed upstairs.

Lewis stood up. He opened the door to see Sierra standing at the entrance, completely

drenched.

The moment the door was pushed open, she dashed right into Lewis’ arms.

“Why didn’t you pick up my call, Lewis?”

Hearing Sierra’s cry, Josephine stopped in her last step and turned over instinctively. All she could see

was the two embracing each other.

She couldn’t move an inch. Her eyes were fixated on the two people standing at the doorstep.

She had never felt so much mockery in her life until this moment. It was like a hard slap across

her face.

The man who had been tending to her moments ago was now embracing another woman. All

the happiness and gratitude she had experienced earlier felt like a cruel joke now.

Meanwhile, Lewis lowered his head to look at Sierra. He only spoke when she was done

bawling, “Why are you here?”

Sierra raised her tear-streaked face. She had on a pitiable look as she anxiously studied Lewis’ face.

“Are you mad at me, Lewis? I can explain everything.”

“You don’t have to. I believe you,” Lewis cut Sierra off.

For a moment, Sierra was too stunned to continue crying. “You…

Sierra was at a loss. “You believe me?”

Lewis gently brushed aside the wet strands of hair from her face, displaying no trace of disgust. “Of

course.”

Despite the lack of visible emotions on his face, his words didn’t carry a tone of mockery. Suddenly,

Sierra found herself unable to articulate everything she wanted to convey to him at that moment…

The feelings of guilt and hurt filled her up, making it difficult for Sierra to look Lewis in the

eyes.

“I… I, that man…” She wanted to lie and pretend nothing had happened, but the words couldn’t form in

her mouth when she saw the trust in Lewis’ eyes.

Arranging her hair, Lewis solemnly said, “Alright, I get it. You’re all wet.”

Then, he instructed Mrs. Larson, who was standing at the side, “Get her a pair of clothes.”

Dumbfounded, Mrs. Larson asked hesitantly, “Where might Miss Woods’ room be?”

Mrs. Larson was confused for a moment. She could tell that Sierra had a relationship with Lewis, even

though Lewis’ wife was just upstairs. Mrs. Larson concluded to herself, “Perhaps the lives of the rich

are always messy like this.”

“Just grab any clothes. Go now!”

An idea popped up in Mrs. Larson’s mind. She quickly bowed before running upstairs to Josephine’s

bedroom. She knocked on the door.

Josephine, who was still throwing up, couldn’t hear anything from the inside.

Noticing the door wasn’t closed, Mrs. Larson entered the room bravely. Right after she heard the sound

of Josephine throwing up, she dashed over.

“What’s going on? Madam!” When Mrs. Larson reached her and tried to look, Josephine had already

flushed her vomit down the toilet bowl.

Josephine wiped her mouth with a sleeve. She met Mrs. Larson’s eyes and gestured, “I had too much

food. Don’t worry.”

Hesitating for a bit, Mrs. Larson looked at the toilet bowl, then at Josephine’s chalk-white face. “Why

don’t we get a doctor for you?”

Josephine shook her head. Just when she was about to sign something again, her stomach churned as

she started throwing up again, her body limping against the toilet bowl.

She had already thrown up all the food she had had. All that came out now was just water.

Her stomach was churning so badly that she thought her intestines had twisted together, forcefully

expelling everything from within.

After she was done puking, she sat weakly on the ground, not daring to move even an inch.

“Are you feeling okay, madam?” Mrs. Larson asked, concerned.

Josephine shook her head as she signed, “I’m okay.”

Mrs. Larson wasn’t convinced. But since Josephine had said that herself, she refrained from delving

further into the matter.

“Oh, yes. Madam, sir asked me to bring a set of clothes downstairs. Which one do you should bring?”