What Separates Me and You

Chapter 269

Chapter 269 1 Raised You, so You’re Mine

Surprised, Josephine just stared at Lewis in astonishment

Who the hell did that man think he was to be ordering her to divorce Quintin?

At that moment, the young woman could feel anger starting to flood her senses. She gestured, “Why should I get a divorce?”

“You’re not going to do it, huh?”” Lewis narrowed his eyes dangerously in response. The cold bearing he emitted made Josephine shiver slightly.

She clenched her fists tightly while stubbornly returning the gaze and taking a determined

stance

Suddenly, Lewis’ lips curled into a smile. Now that he was standing under the roof of the City Hall, the bright red streak on his forehead was extremely eye-catching. It flowed down his sideburn in a scarlet stream before dripping down his chin.

The presence of the blood made his smile look even more bloodthirsty.

“If you refuse to divorce him, I have ways to make you lose your spouse. It’s still the same. result at the end of the day.” Those words were spoken in a light and airy manner, as thought the man was just making a random comment.

Josephine widened her eyes in shock as she stared at Lewis in disbelief. The sense of unfamiliarity and fear crawled into her mind and started attacking her weak mental shield.

A dazed look appeared on the young woman’s face for a moment before she suppressed the fear in her heart and gestured, “Who do you think you are to be ordering me to get a divorce?”

Lewis watched her fleeting fingers, his knitted brows soon relaxing for a moment.

Obviously, he didn’t have the answer to that question, hence his delayed response.

Josephine continued gesturing, “Didn’t we get divorced as well? What are we, then?”

Lewis had no answer to the questions Josephine pelted at him. He could only stand in front of her without a hint of emotion on his face.

Blood continued to drip from his chin during this period of time.

Soon, a small scarlet puddle could be seen forming beneath his feet.

In the end, Lewis chose not to answer those questions. Instead, he grabbed her wrist and tried to drag her away.

Of course, Quintin refused to watch that man take his wife away. He quickly rushed up to Lewis while reaching out to grab his arm.

Lewis responded by tilting his body away from Quintin nimbly before countering with a strong uppercut to his jaw. Black spots dotted the latter’s vision instantly, causing him to stumble backward once again.

Josephine was shocked by what had just happened before her eyes. Her first instinct was to rush toward Quintin, but Lewis quickly caught her and pushed her away.

The poor woman stumbled out into the open and crashed against the Bentley. The downpour rained on her instantly and rendered her hair into a wet mess.

Meanwhile, Lewis was in the midst of striding toward Quintin. Jack tried to stop him, but he kicked the former out of his way. Thanks to that kick, the younger man ended up rolling out. into the open. He was unable to get up at all after landing in a puddle.

Naturally, Quintin was furious as well. With a balled fist, he aimed a punch at Lewis.

The latter intercepted his punch before twisting his arm forcibly, forcing him to take a few steps back in pain.

After that, Lewis grabbed Quintin by the collar before pulling him into his proximity and gazing down at him arrogantly. The murderous intent brimming in the man’s dark eyes definitely looked like it was about to materialize into a deadly weapon and tear Quintin into

shreds.

“Quintin, did the Fowler family ever teach you that you shouldn’t touch what’s not yours?”

The aforementioned man continued glaring at Lewis while struggling against his hold. Alas, he was unable to free himself from Lewis’ iron-clad grip. “What do you mean by ‘what’s not yours’? She’s my wife now! What about you, huh? Who are you to her? You’re the one who has. no right to touch her!”

Quintin aimed another punch at Lewis’ face with that exclamation.

Lewis tossed the man away one second before Quintin could raise his hand. As a result, the latter crashed into the wall behind him.

The murderous man approached Quintin once again, his hand shooting out and tightly gripping Quintin’s neck. He said in a low voice, “You’re not the one who gets to decide if she’s your wife! I get to decide who she belongs to!”

Rage coursed through Quintin’s veins as he bared his teeth in a threatening smile while glaring at Lewis furiously. “How the fuck are you this arrogant? Do you really think you’re the king of the world?”

A cold smirk curled on Lewis’ lips as he replied, “You should think before you act, Quintin. Think about the Fowler family, for instance. Do you think your family has the ability to help you deal with the consequences?”

Quintin’s eyes went wide instantly. “What do you mean by that?”

“You can ponder about the meaning after I’m done with you. I’m giving you three minutes. Go back to the City Hall and divorce Josephine. Don’t make me repeat myself for the third time.”

Quintin shoved the man away from him before straightening himself. His eyes grew cold as he stated, “That’s impossible. I will never divorce Josephine. If you want to target the Fowler family, go ahead by all means. I don’t have anything to do with those people anymore.”

“Is that so?”

As Quintin stared into Lewis’ icy eyes, he found it difficult to spit out the word “yes.”

The fight he had with Damian was just a family feud. Their relationship had not deteriorated to the point where they would disown each other as father and son. Besides, Damian wasn’t the only one in the Fowler family; Quintin knew very well that his mother and older brother would be there to support his father through thick and thin.

“You still have two minutes.”

Quintin shot a glance at Josephine, who was still standing under the rain.

All she did was stand there like an unresponsive doll. She was completely drenched by now.

She had no idea why Lewis would do such a thing. They had already gotten divorced, yet he refused to let her go.

Quintin then continued, “Even if I were to agree to this, Josephine might not say the same. Instead of forcing me to divorce her, why don’t you ask her for her opinion?”

“Her opinion doesn’t matter.”

The young man smiled sardonically in response. “Her opinion doesn’t matter, you say? Then, who is she to you? Does she not even have the right to make her own choices as a human being?”

Lewis didn’t even bother looking at Josephine, who stood behind him. He continued speaking to Quintin impassively. “This isn’t something you should be concerned with.”

“Why, Lewis?” Quintin couldn’t understand the man before him at all. “Why is it that you already have Sierra by your side, yet you still want to chain Josephine down? You refuse to treat her well even after doing that. What the hell do you want?”

Lewis was starting to look impatient. “I told you, Quintin. This isn’t something you should be concerned with.”

The crowd surrounding the men was starting to grow. This was the City Hall, after all. Numerous couples itched to get married or divorced here.

Many people stood far away while enjoying the drama. Some of them even discussed with each other as they attempted to figure out what was happening.

After asking around, they finally found out that the men were fighting over one woman.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Lewis fished the damp marriage license from his pocket before throwing it at Quintin. “Go to the City Hall and divorce her.”

The marriage license fell onto Quintin’s chest before sliding down to the ground, completely stained by water.

At that moment, Josephine jogged over to the men. She bent down to pick up the marriage license before raising her head to look at Lewis.

The latter narrowed his eyes dangerously. “What’s the meaning of this?”

Josephine stuck the marriage license into her pocket while gazing up at the man. Her eyes showed nothing but calmness and stubbornness as she gestured slowly, “I have the right to choose.”

Lewis’ expression darkened rapidly upon recognizing the sign language. The storm brewing in his eyes was threatening to escape at that moment.

He reached out to grip Josephine’s chin tightly. “Your right to choose? I raised you, so you’re mine. You don’t have the right to choose, you hear me?”

Josephine’s body shook violently at that moment.

Lewis’ words were enough to trigger a strong surge of sorrow, fury, and despair from within.

her heart.

What did he mean by she belonged to him?

The young woman was no longer a human being in Lewis’ eyes. He viewed her as his property, a pet he raised since childhood, but never a human being.

Josephine had no idea if she was depressed or enraged by Lewis’ statement. All she knew was that her chest was heaving up and down violently.

She had no idea where on earth she summoned her energy, but she was able to raise her hands.

and shove the man away from her.

Typically speaking, the young woman wouldn’t have been able to shove Lewis off her with her current strength, but she didn’t expect to see him staggering away from her.

Just like that, he backed into the downpour and onto the hood of his car.

Josephine was surprised, but it only lingered for a moment. After that, she grabbed Quintin’s hand and left without sparing Lewis a glance.

The injured man could only stare at the couple’s fading silhouettes, opting not to run after them. The heavy downpour continued to drench him, washing away the blood from his forehead.

Once Josephine and Quintin’s figures vanished completely in the rain, Lewis finally clutched his chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood onto the overflowing streams on the ground.

The downpour continued, its raindrops splashing onto the ground with loud pitter-patters, gradually washing the blood away and carrying it into a nearby drain.