What Separates Me and You

Chapter 33

Chapter 33 It Hurt Too Much

The thug’s palm was wet with her tears and drool that dribbled down her chin, it was hard to tell one from the other.

The thug’s gaze was burning as he grabbed her tongue with his fingers. He asked in confusion, “You have a tongue but why can’t you speak?”

“Why do you care if she has a tongue or not? Can’t we just get on with it? another thug said impatiently, “I can’t hold it in much longer.”

“What’s the rush?” The thug withdrew his hand and wiped his fingers on Josephine’s clothes.

Glancing at her tear-streaked face, he continued, “Let’s find somewhere safe.”

Although she could not call for help, there were still people around. If they ran into someone nosy, it would be troublesome.

Josephine listened to their conversation and anxiously scanned her surroundings for anybody who could help her. Apart from the apathetic people who were living under the bridge, the place was deserted.

This was why Lewis delayed their divorce by two weeks and chased her out. In merely one night, he had proven that she was nothing without him. Anyone could easily take advantage of her.

Josephine couldn’t stop the two thugs from dragging her off to somewhere more secluded. Stumbling and sta gg ering, Josephine was brought to a park.

There was no one in the park at this time. The park itself was dimly lit by a few garden lights, and much of the park was engulfed in darkness.

Josephine was brought to a corner of the park. Hidden by the dense bushes surrounding them, the thugs were free to do anything they wished to her.

The thugs’ evil desires were exposed. Smiling greedily, they pressed Josephine down on the grass and restrained her limbs.

She shook her head frantically and opened her mouth to try to scream for help, but nothing was heard.

The thugs became bolder as they saw she couldn’t make a sound.

One thug held Josephine’s legs down and undressed her excitedly while the other thug restrained her hands.

Chaetdi 33 it hurt Too Much

No matter how much she struggled, her clothes were torn into rags by their impatience.

The cold night air hit her skin and she shivered as goosebumps appeared on her body.

One of the thugs looming over her cackled eagerly in anticipation.

Josephine could only close her eyes in resignation, tears streaming down her cheeks.

The thug restraining her legs stood up to take off Josephine’s pants when he felt something wet and sticky.

He brought his hand up to the light and was terrified to see that his fingers were covered in blood.

“F**k! What’s this?”

The other thug was startled as well. They leaned closer for a better look.

Josephine was wearing a pair of white pants that Lewis had bought for her birthday. It was a shocking sight to see the pants completely stained crimson with blood.

“Could it be that she’s on her period?”

“But she shouldn’t be bleeding so profusely!”

The two thugs looked at each other in alarm. They seemed to have regained their sanity.

One of them swallowed nervously and said, “Maybe we should just forget it!”

“This dumb woman has definitely been with other men and got pregnant. She’s disgusting, let’s just get out of here!”

“You’re right, we don’t want to catch any diseases!”

Since these thugs had lecherous intentions, they naturally assumed that a dumb woman like Josephine must have slept with many other men before this.

Furthermore, she might have some sexually transmitted diseases.

Overwhelmed with disgust, the two thugs stood up and spat on Josephine. They threw her torn clothes on her body before quickly leaving the scene.

Josephine was sweating bullets, and her face was as white as a sheet. She tried to get up, but it hurt too much. She fell down after every attempt to stand up.

Josephine reached out her hand to stop the two thugs, but they were out of sight in a flash.

She tightened her fingers into a fist, clutching the soil within her palm. Her nails sunk into the wet soll. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

No one was coming to save her.

No one could save her child.

Floating in and out of consciousness, her vision became increasingly blurry until she saw double images of streetlights in the distance.

She was probably going to die.

That was fine with her.

Her existence was meaningless anyway.

If Lewis had not saved her back then, she might not have had to go through this suffering now.

Maybe she would be happier.

When Josephine almost gave up hope, a beam of light shone through between the leaves. Her eyes were dazzled by the bright light.

Josephine blinked and she struggled to look up. Through the leaves, she could see a faint silhouette.

Protecting her baby, she crawled out of the dense bushes with all her might.

It was a man with a flashlight. However, he was more than a hundred meters away. Since Josephine could not make a sound, she desperately tried to get closer to him.

She had to save her baby…

The man seemed like a security guard on patrol.

Unfortunately, Josephine was lying on the ground and the guard did not notice her.

The beam of light briefly pointed in her direction, but it swung away a moment later. Josephine could only watch in despair as he walked away.

Her outstretched fingers faltered and fell limp.

With that, the last glimmer of hope in her eyes also faded away.

“Ouch!” Sierra cried out, sitting up from the sofa in pain. “You should be gentler, that hurts!”

Lewis was tending to her injured leg as the wound was quite deep, and it had not yet scabbed over.

Streaks of blood could be seen around the nasty injury, and the surrounding skin was bruised a deep purple color, looking quite gruesome.

Lewis was applying medicine to her wound, but he’d accidentally poked her with a cotton swab.

Sierra almost teared up from the pain.

Lewis glanced at the cotton swab in his hand and sighed distractedly. “Don’t move around so much.”

“I’m not! Why are you being so absent-minded while applying medicine to my wound? Your mind is probably occupied with another vixen!” Sierra chided in a half-joking tone. It was obvious that she was being coquettish and wanted his attention on her. Glancing at Sierra, Lewis chuckled dryly. “Which vixen did you mean?”

“There are so many women trying to sleep with you. How would I know which one you’re thinking of?” Sierra rolled her eyes and said, “Be gentle, okay? My wound is killing me. I hate being in pain!”

“Whose fault is that?”

“Well, I have to blame myself for that! Is it so hard for you to accompany me for a meal?” Sierra said irritably.

Lewis didn’t say anything more. He carefully disinfected her wound with iodine, but this time he was much more meticulous.

When Sierra saw how earnest Lewis was, a sweet smile appeared on her lips.

Lewis still cared about her, didn’t he?

At the very least, he cared about her much more than that dumb woman.

While Lewis was treating Sierra, the phone on the table rang unexpectedly. It was Conrad; however, Lewis did not answer the call.

Conrad hung up, feeling a migraine coming on. He was certain that Lewis wasn’t asleep.

The reason Lewis ignored his call was that he had guessed what Conrad was going to say.

Lewis understood everything, he just couldn’t care less.

Sierra saw that Lewis wasn’t in the mood to make conversation, so she busied herself on her phone.

Suddenly, she sat up again, as if she remembered something.

“Darling, do you remember what day my birthday is?”

“November 25th,” Lewis said without even looking up. Although his tone was indifferent, the answer satisfied Sierra.

“A desirable man like Lewis wouldn’t just remember anyone’s birthday without reason, right?” Sierra thought with a radiant smile on her face.

She continued, “I’ll give you credit for remembering my birthday. You better not give me a half-hearted celebration this year!”

“I’m done treating your wound. Get some rest.” Lewis set Sierra’s leg down and stood up. “I’ll be going now.”

The smile faded from Sierra’s face. Anxiously, she grabbed onto him. “Are you leaving again?”