What Separates Me and You
Chapter 459 Lonely Souls

Lewis and Josephine arrived at the hospital in no time. He accompanied her to Avery's ward. A nurse was feeding Avery.

"I don't want this one. Give me that. Yes, that piece of meat." Avery couldn't move her arms. Leaning back against the headboard, she picked and chose the dishes she had on her plate.

The nurse patiently gave her a piece of meat.

Avery looked up when she heard the door open. Her face lit up when Josephine entered. "You're here, Josephine!"

Avery instructed the nurse to move her food aside as she gazed intently at Josephine with a smile.

Josephine sat beside her and held her hand. She asked, concerned, "How are you feeling today?"

"Much better. Don't worry." Avery stole a glimpse at the doorway. Lewis didn't enter. She could only see a part of his suit. She withdrew her gaze and whispered, "Josie, how are you?"

"I'm doing good." Josephine forced a smile.

Avery clicked her tongue and looked thoughtfully at Josephine. She liked it better when Josephine lost her memories. That was when Josephine had the least troubles on her mind and had the best times.

Now, Avery couldn't detect the slightest bit of pure joy in Josephine's pretty eyes. They were bleak and hid indescribable sorrow.

But of course, Avery wouldn't speak her mind. It was good to have Josephine back to her usual self. At least Josephine wouldn't forget about her anymore.

Avery lowered her voice and asked, "What's going on between you and that bast-Lewis?"

Josephine was stunned. She didn't know how to answer that because she wasn't sure herself who she was to Lewis. Was she his prisoner? Or was she considered his pet?

Besides, they hadn't spoken to each other for the entire week.

Avery noticed she didn't have an answer for that. She moved her finger with much difficulty and brushed it against the back of Josephine's hand. "Alright, don't be upset. I'll take you on a trip when I'm better."

Josephine nodded. Avery's words prompted Josephine to ask, "Did the doctor mention how long you'll take to recover?"

Avery sighed and said resignedly, "He said I would need to stay in bed for at least three months before I could be up and about. But I don't think that's necessary. I daresay I'll be up and running within two weeks."

Josephine grew anxious at that. She urged, "Don't be ridiculous, Avery. Listen to the doctor's advice. Don't fool around with your health."

Avery couldn't help but burst out laughing at her anxiety. "You're adorable, as always."

She would pinch Josephine's cheeks if she could only move her arm.

She realized Josephine had thinned down. She had plumper cheeks before this and looked like a delicate porcelain doll. But now, her cheeks were thinner and had lost their chubbiness.

Her oval face had become pointed. She was still pretty but with a hint of fragility, as though she would shatter to pieces at any moment.

Avery sighed. "Don't worry. I'll look after myself. I still owe you a trip, don't I?"

She was still thinking about that.

Josephine felt upset. There was no knowing if she would have the chance to join Avery on the trip.

She dared not disturb Avery for too long. She stayed for only half an hour before leaving. To her surprise, Lewis wasn't waiting outside when she left the room.

She had an idea and immediately headed toward Quintin's ward. She knew where his ward was from Seth-it was one floor above. She only had to ascend the stairs and go around the corner.

She arrived outside his ward and stood for several seconds before knocking on the door. However, no one responded. There must be no one inside. Josephine twisted the doorknob and opened the door. She saw Quintin lying on the bed. He was nearly in the same state as Avery. His eyes were closed. She wasn't sure if he was still unconscious or sleeping.

The ward was quiet. There was no one except for Quintin. A tube connected an intravenous bag to the back of his hand. More than half of the liquid was still in it; someone must have just changed it.

"Do you want to go check on him?" Lewis' voice rang out abruptly behind her.

Shocked, Josephine shuddered and pulled the door shut. She turned and saw Lewis standing behind her with a strange smile. She didn't know how long he had been there.

Josephine's lips pressed together. She shook her head. "N-No need."

"Such a rebel." He caressed her cheek. She couldn't identify his emotions through his tone, whether his remark bore more menace or resignation. She dared not look at his face and looked at her toes instead. She mumbled, "I just wanted to take a look at him."

"Are you done?"

Josephine nodded. "Yes."

Lewis held her hand. "Then let's go. There won't be a next time."

His tone was gentle but firm.

Josephine followed him like a puppet. They kept quiet all the way to the parking lot.

After they got into the car, Lewis suddenly asked, "Do you feel bored at home?"

Josephine was stunned. She looked at him and figured out what was on his mind. Lewis said, "If you're bored, you can always come to work."

With that, he started the engine and left the hospital.

Work ...

Josephine couldn't remember when she last went to work. It hadn't been long, but the events that followed made it seem as though she had endured a century.

Her feelings toward Lewis had undergone multiple changes in the process. The only thing that stayed constant was how dependent she was on him. Whether or not she had lost her memories, her dependence on him was like a curse that bonded her to him and only him.

There were many instances when Josephine felt she and Lewis were both lonely souls-two souls that had only each other to lean on and gain comfort from.

Josephine didn't even know how that thought occurred to her.

After they went home, Lewis allowed her to have the bedroom and never barged in as he liked anymore. Most of the time, he would stay in the study or the bedroom next to hers.

Lewis knew everything. He also knew what she wanted, but he always faked ignorance. To be more precise, he was too selfish to consider others' feelings.

Josephine couldn't bear to be stuck at home any longer. On a sunny day, she voiced out her request to go to work.

She had heard nothing from Seth since and didn't know how long she had to wait. She decided to keep herself busy to keep her thoughts sane. Lewis heard her request and paused. Then, he put down his cutleries and looked at Josephine. "Have you made up your mind?"

Josephine nodded. "But I want a different job."

Being his secretary sounded like a decent job, but, in her case, it was nothing like that.

"Then what do you want to be?"

"Anything, except being a secretary."

Lewis couldn't hold in his chuckle. "Alright. No secretaries, then. Hurry up and finish your food. Remember to take the concoction."

Josephine secretly heaved a sigh of relief. She took a few more spoonfuls of food and took the concoction.

Perhaps because she had taken it many times, she could now endure the taste better. She could refrain from throwing up now, in the least.

After breakfast, Lewis brought her to work. He didn't assign her to any job. Instead, he led her into his office.

Josephine was peeved to see herself in a familiar environment. "I thought I told you I don't want to be a secretary!"

Lewis glanced at her. He took off his coat and tossed it on his chair. Just then, someone knocked.

He loosened his tie and said, "Come in."