What Separates Me and You

Chapter 318 She Was Going to Die With Him

Josephine’s head snapped up as she realized the yacht had run aground. It seemed to be a small

island as the shore only had a small beach area, and beyond it lay a jungle. Her eyes lit up as she

glanced back down at the man in her embrace.

The sun rose from the horizon as dawn broke, and the warm morning light shone on them. She took in

his firmly shut eyes, pale complexion, and the bits of dried blood on his face. His expression was calm,

making it seem like he was merely asleep. Lifting a finger, she placed it underneath his nostrils and

relaxed when she felt his faint, warm breath before slumping back onto the deck.

Gingerly shifting the towel on his back aside, she was delighted to see that the bleeding had already

stopped. However, blood began to trickle out again just as she removed it, so she immediately pressed

it back.

Looking at Lewis’ chapped lips, she pondered for a moment before picking up the clean towel, dipping

it in the sea, and trickling a few drops over his lips. She shifted herself so that he was now leaning

against her, and she cradled his cheeks in her hands, just like how he used to hold her.

She repeatedly called his name, hoping that he would open his eyes and look at her. She didn’t know

what to do at this moment and didn’t dare to take her hand off his back, fearing that he would start

bleeding again.

She was also hungry, but her body was so used to it that it didn’t even growl, and she was also out of

energy. She observed the sun’s gradual ascent from the horizon, reaching its zenith in the sky before

gradually descending towards the west. As her vision started to blur, she thought she would probably

die soon too.

She leaned her face against Lewis’ head and closed her eyes, not feeling fearful at all as he was there

with her. As long as he was by her side, she could face anything calmly, even death, and thankfully she

could even die with him. “That’s great,” she thought. They would be together even in death, and no one

could ever separate them again.

Closing her eyes, she quietly waited for death to come. However, it was at this moment that she heard

a faint groan. Her eyelids flew open, and she looked down to see that Lewis’ brows were furrowed and

his eyelashes were quivering-these were signs that he was waking up.

“Louie!” she exclaimed, joy and relief infused in the only word she could utter. She repeated this a few

times until he gradually opened his eyes. At first, his gaze seemed unfocused, fixated on her chest

before he slowly lifted his head, his eyes locking with Josephine’s blood-

stained face.

His lips were barely moving, and it took some time before he weakly said, “Josie.”

She nodded her head fervently in acknowledgment.

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He raised his hand with much effort but could only lift it partially before it dropped exhaustedly back

down. “Where are we?”

As Josephine surveyed her surroundings, she could only see an expanse of seawater bathed in a

mesmerizing golden hue cast by the setting sun.

She shook her head to indicate she didn’t know.

Lewis closed his eyes for a few minutes before forcing his weak body to sit up. Josephine kept her

hand pressed against his wound as he moved.

“Go and see if there’s anything in the yacht’s cargo hold to eat,” he looked around before saying.

She hesitated, not daring to release the pressure she placed on the towel.

“Bring me that jacket,” Lewis instructed.

She quickly obliged, reaching out a hand to grab the windbreaker that she had previously

taken off.

“Use it to keep the towel in place.”

She did as instructed and folded the windbreaker before placing it against his back. She then wrapped

one sleeve over his shoulder and the other below his armpit before tying them. together to secure the

towel in place. It was only then she was able to check the cargo hold with peace of mind. She searched

all the storage boxes and found some food, a box full of bottled water, a bag of hardtack biscuits, and a

few other beverages and wine. Interestingly, she even found three sets of bathrobes.

She brought everything she had found to Lewis and opened a bottle of water and a packet of hardtack

for him. He took the biscuit and began chewing it without being nitpicky, as right now, the most

important thing was for him to build his strength back. Otherwise, leaving this place in his current

injured state would be very hard. Josephine chewed on a biscuit as well.

The ocean looked beautiful as the sun set. If it weren’t for their current situation, it would have been a

very romantic atmosphere.

“What do we do now?” Josephine signed after she was done eating.

“Check the shore. There should be some herbs, but don’t venture too deep. Just search along the

edge,” Lewis instructed.

Josephine nodded. “What does the herb look like?”

Just bring back whatever you can find and show them to me.” He couldn’t move at all right now;

otherwise, he wouldn’t be asking her to do such a thing.

She immediately stood up and moved to leave when he called after her. “Wait, put on one of the

bathrobes first.”

Complying, she picked one up and put it on before jumping down from the yacht, walking across the

beach, and entering the jungle.

The sand felt coarse as it was full of pebbles and rotting branches that pricked at the soles of her feet.

Bearing the pain, she arrived at the edge of the jungle and gathered one specimen of each plant she

encountered to save time. She returned to the yacht 30 minutes later with the herbs in her arms and

placed them before Lewis.

He looked at her and found that the front of her robe was covered in mud, and she had a few scratches

on her face. However, she was completely unaware of this as she knelt on the deck and looked at him

intently. He was silent for a few moments as he perused the herbs. Some time passed before he picked

up wormwood from the pile and held it out to her. “This will do.”

She took it from him and looked it over before nodding and running back into the jungle. This herb was

everywhere. There was a large area full of it near the jungle outskirts. She picked a bunch of them and

returned as fast as she could. Under Lewis’ instructions, she chewed up the herb and placed it over his

wound before covering it again with a clean towel. It was only once she was done did she finally sit

down tiredly beside him.

“He’s probably not going to die…” she thought with her eyes glued to him.

The sun had almost completely set, painting the sky a brilliant red and casting a shadow over his face.

He leaned back in the cabin and looked at her dirt-stained face before asking, “Do you remember what

happened?”

She nodded and then signed, “I do. Someone tried to kill you.’

“Where is he?”

“He fell into the sea. He was stabbed once. Do you think he’s dead?”

The corners of Lewis’ lips twitched before a wry smile appeared on his face. “Who knows?” Lifting one

arm, he pulled Josephine into his arms and brushed her cheek with his fingers.” How old are you?” he

looked down and asked.

Josephine looked up at him doubtfully. “Ten,” she signed after pondering about it.

“How much do you remember from yesterday?”

“All of it.”

That man had said he was going to bring her to Lewis but had brought her aboard this yacht instead.

She had been given so much to drink, and the next thing she saw was that man trying to kill Lewis

when she regained consciousness. Her eyes watered at this thought. “I’m sorry. It’s my fault that you’re

hurt, isn’t it?”