What Separates Me and You

Chapter 319

Chapter 319 A Kiss Might Make It Better

Lewis stared at her for a long while before he replied in a deep voice, “No, you have nothing to do with my injuries.”

Josephine showed no reactions other than biting her lips.

Lewis smelled strongly of blood. Images of him being unconscious crossed her mind. whenever she closed her eyes. There were a few instances when she thought he was dying.

She would be in utter bewilderment if he did.

What would she do if she was alone?

“Are you cold?”

Josephine nodded. It was freezing at night on the island though they were in the cabin. The icy wind persistently blew in on them, and they were only lightly clad.

Taking another bath towel, Lewis covered themselves with it and hugged Josephine tighter.

Josephine nestled her cheeks against Lewis’ chest. His heartbeat soothed her even though they were out in the wild.

She was awfully sleepy after staying up all day and night and soon fell asleep in his arms.

The night was chilly, and the moon hung unobscured in the sky. Pale moonlight reflected off the water’s surface, its shimmering image dispersing whenever the wind ruffled the sea, turning into glimmering white shards scattered across the water’s surface.

Meanwhile, Seth had already gone ashore. Countless people surrounded him just as he disembarked from the vessel.

The cruise ship was equipped with route monitoring, so the headquarters was instantly notified when the incident occurred, cutting off all communication with the ship.

Although the headquarters wouldn’t know what happened exactly, the abruptly interrupted communication link was sufficient to alarm them that something was wrong.

Hence, family members of the guests onboard heard about it and gathered at the pier, waiting for further news.

Nevertheless, only eight of them, including Faust and the rest, out of the hundreds onboard the cruise ship, returned to shore.

Indeed, only eight managed to make it back to shore, and it was Faust’s final decision. It would be quite a handful for them to straighten things out if the guests’ family members discovered that the cruise ship sank because of an explosion.

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accident.

The few people he chose to rescue were notable figures he dared not wrong. Thus, he couldn’t let them die. As for the remaining guests, the headquarters could deal with them without hassle.

There was an uproar when the crowd waiting by the pier saw that only a few returned.

Faust and the rest left the pier amidst the mayhem and hopped into their cars, waiting offshore.

Seth dialed Lewis’ number immediately but failed to reach him.

Then, he dialed Gerald’s number, who told him Lewis wasn’t back yet.

Seth frowned. He phoned Lewis several times, but none of the calls went through.

Lastly, he phoned Kiran, and it was the same.

“Weird.” Seth’s brows furrowed. Why couldn’t he get through to both of them? Lewis should have been back long before him.

Lewis’ yacht had ample fuel-the amount he allocated for it could have fueled several similar vessels and ensured a journey of at least twenty hours. It could never have run out of fuel.

There were only two possibilities now that he couldn’t reach Lewis. Lewis was either dead or lost at sea, and both scenarios didn’t sound good.

Seth drove to an ancient manor on the outskirts of town at once.

An elderly man in a tuxedo was playing a game of chess with his butler in the lush, vibrant

yard.

“Mr. Yale.”

The man turned and looked at Seth, casting aside the black chess piece in his hand. “You’re back, Sethie. How did everything go?”

Seth shook his head. “It didn’t play out well. The cruise ship sank, and many died. But that’s all none of my concern. I can’t reach Lewis and Josephine now.”

Richard grew solemn. “You can’t reach them? What happened?”

“I’m not sure myself. They may be dead or lost at sea.”

Richard pondered for a few seconds and said, “Well, we’ll still have to put up a search.” Then, he instructed his butler, “Send out several helicopters to search the nearby waters.’

The butler stood, nodded, and turned to leave.

Richard rose to his feet and entered his house with the support of his walking stick. “Old Baldridge is in deep water now the cruise ship has sunk.”

“Is he an acquaintance of yours?”

“No, but being in the same line, we’d more or less hear of each other at some point.”

Seth was not interested in these affairs. He had his own business to take care of.

The night passed, and Josephine stirred.

Opening her eyes, she raised an arm to shield herself from the glaring sunlight. Then, she turned to look at the man beside her.

Lewis’ eyes were closed-he was still asleep. She didn’t move, but Lewis woke up nonetheless. The second Josephine raised her hand, he opened his eyes and lowered them to look at her.

The first thing he asked her when he was awake was, “Do you still remember?”

Josephine didn’t understand why he would ask her that, but she nodded.

Lewis leaned back and gently sighed.

Josephine tugged his sleeve and gestured, “Should I change your wound dressing?”

“Yes.”

Josephine sat upright. She untied the sleeves tied across his chest, took off the trench coat and towel, and checked the wound on his back.

The herbs she applied yesterday had dried up and looked flaccid-it seemed the wound had absorbed their medicinal properties.

She carefully peeled them off. The wound had stopped bleeding, and its surrounding was dyed a dark green because of the herb.

Taking a towel, she dipped it in the disinfectant solution and dabbed it around the wound.

She tried to be as gentle as possible, but cold sweat still broke out over Lewis’ forehead because of the pain. His brows knitted as he held back a groan.

She saw the wound for how it actually was after she cleaned it. It was a deep gash with skin flaps. She could vaguely see the inner part of the wound but couldn’t see much as herbs filled its inside.

She would never have thought that wounds this deep would actually stop bleeding.

Josephine repeated the steps she had done yesterday. She chewed on the herbs and applied them to Lewis’ wound. She was reluctant to munch on them but did it anyway because, according to Lewis, saliva could help disinfect wounds too.

After she had finished dressing Lewis’ wounds, Josephine gestured, “Are you feeling better today?”

Lewis needed to know too. Propping himself against the cabin wall, he tried to stand but to no

avail.

Josephine had no idea how excruciating the pain was, but in her memory, Lewis would never show any signs of pain when he suffered injuries. He had also never expressed such agony.

He sweated profusely even when he had only started moving. A deep frown adorned his face as sweat rolled off his forehead.

Josephine supported him with a concerned look.

Lewis shut his eyes and took a breather before he turned to her, saying, “I’m fine, but I won’t be able to move around for now.”

Seeing how much he suffered, Josephine felt the urge to cry, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Lewis raised a hand and caressed her cheek, wiping the tears off the corners of her eyes. ” Don’t cry. I won’t be dying any time now.”

Sobbing, Josephine tried to hold back her tears but failed miserably.

A look of helplessness crossed Lewis’ face. “Do you really want me to coax you when I’m in pain? Aren’t you afraid I’ll really die from this?”

Upon hearing that, Josephine immediately bit her lips and looked at him with misty eyes.

Crouching, the collar of her bathrobe fell wide open, revealing the furry, short-sleeved, low- cut top she was wearing underneath. Because of her movement, the collar of her top drooped. slightly too.

From his angle, Lewis saw everything.

A different type of pain crept across his face.

Lewis shut his eyes and inhaled deeply. “Don’t crouch. Stand up.”

Josephine dared not disobey him. She immediately got up and sat beside him.

Worried, she gestured, “Are you very uncomfortable?”

Lewis tilted his head and feebly looked at her with an indiscernible look. “Yes.”

Looking into his eyes, Josephine sensed he meant something different but couldn’t make head

or tail of it. She gestured, “What should we do then?”

Lewis stared intently at her, his voice gruff as he said, “A kiss might make it better.”