Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 111: Whose Kissing Skills Are Better
Until she was pressed against the door, surrounded by that elusive scent, Vera Yves realized they were in the bedroom she and Winston Valentine used to have in the old house.
The man exuded a strong smell of alcohol, and under the pale light from outside the window, she could see his silhouette.
She fumbled to turn on the light, but Winston Valentine clamped her wrist, domineeringly pinning her against the door.
Vera Yves tried to stay calm, "Winston Valentine, don’t pretend to be drunk. Don’t forget the conditions you agreed to!"
"Congratulations, your wish has come true!" Winston Valentine looked at her, having drunk heavily after seeing that photo, yet his mind only grew clearer.
His mind was filled with images of her, her smile, her tears, and the thought of her soon belonging completely to another man drove him to madness with jealousy.
He thought he could do it, why couldn’t he?
Clearly, he shouldn’t; this was supposed to be the best outcome for them.
He knew he shouldn’t be in front of her, yet he couldn’t stand hearing about her and Miles Monroe being so lovey-dovey! Why had she never spoken to him like that?
Maybe she had. In the three years of marriage, she was indeed a qualified Mrs. Valentine, except for her heart...
"Are you happy with Miles Monroe?"
Vera Yves struggled but couldn’t break free, "I am very happy! Are you satisfied now?"
"Do you want me to bless you two, hmm?"
Vera Yves frowned, "Winston Valentine, I never said I wanted your blessing..."
"I won’t bless you two! I’m telling you, I can’t do it!"
"Let go of me!" Vera Yves glared at him angrily, "Cecilia Vaughn is just downstairs, I’ll start counting to three. If you don’t let go, I’ll scream!"
"One!"
Even though he couldn’t see clearly, he could imagine the disgust in her eyes.
"Two!"
Her lips were so soft, so tender. Had Miles Monroe kissed them already?
"Three!"
To hell with his sister.
"Mmm!"
Just as Vera Yves was about to shout, the man blocked her lips, and she stared wide-eyed in shock.
With a taste of alcohol, his tongue pried her teeth apart. Vera Yves wanted to bite him, but he pinched her cheeks, forcing her to open her lips and endure it.
In a stormy kiss, he stole all her breath, domineeringly flooding her mouth with his essence.
Vera Yves wanted to kick him, but he pinned her with his leg; he was like a solid wall, firmly locking her against the door, and his hands slipped inside her clothes, causing more intense struggles.
Was he insane?
Just when Vera Yves thought she would suffocate, the man finally released her.
"Slap!"
A loud slap landed on his face, "Winston Valentine, you shameless bastard!"
The slap finally brought Winston Valentine back to his senses. He touched his cheek, belatedly feeling the chill.
Vera Yves trembled with anger, tightening her clothes and rubbing her lips hard, trying to wipe away all traces of him.
Her disgusted gaze pierced him, and Winston Valentine smiled wickedly, "Between me and Miles Monroe, whose kissing skills are better?"
Vera Yves looked at him in disbelief, forced her body to hold on, grabbed the doorknob, her trembling hand betraying her emotions.
She opened the door, speaking coldly, "You really are disgusting!"
Winston Valentine stumbled back a few steps, the light from the hallway seeping through the door crack but not illuminating him at all.
He was indeed disgusting. Knowing everything, he still couldn’t help but approach her.
Sister? He was really stupid. Why did he only now understand that he had no resistance to her at all?
Vera Yves went to the bathroom and rinsed her mouth several times, yet it still felt as if she was covered in his scent. Closing her eyes, all she could see was that detestable kiss.
That shameless scoundrel!
Vera Yves calmed her emotions, returned to Old Mrs. Valentine’s bedroom, stayed for over half an hour, and after confirming she was in a deep sleep, instructed everyone on matters to note, then left.
Tristan Valentine wanted to send a driver to take her, but Vera Yves politely refused.
Leaving the old house of the Valentine Family, Vera Yves was surprised to see the man standing by the car. She walked quickly over, "Miles Monroe, why have you run out of the hospital again!"
Miles Monroe laughed, rubbing her head, "I asked the nurse. As long as I’m careful, the wound won’t open again."
"Where do you get such a willful patient from? If I were your doctor, I’d be driven mad by you!"
Seeing her puffed-up cheeks, Miles Monroe smiled and opened the car door for her, "Princess, please get in the car."
Vera Yves looked at him helplessly, "I’ll drive, you sit in the passenger seat properly."
Miles Monroe pressed her shoulder, "You’ve worked hard all day, how could I bear to let you drive?"
Vera Yves was pushed into the passenger seat by him.
Miles Monroe got into the driver’s seat, leaned over, and Vera Yves instinctively leaned back.
Miles Monroe pulled over the seatbelt and calmly fastened it for her before finally starting the car.
Vera Yves looked out the window, thinking about Winston Valentine’s sudden irrational behavior, her mind restless.
When they hit a red light, Miles Monroe looked at her with concern, "If you’re tired, take a nap. I’ll wake you up when we get to the apartment."
Vera Yves responded, closed her eyes, and reclined against the seat.
Back at the apartment, Miles Monroe went upstairs with her, and Vera Yves noticed the wall clock and realized it was already quite late, "You should hurry back to the hospital."
"The hospital has a curfew; they won’t let me in at this time."
"You’re a patient; how could the hospital not let you in?"
Miles Monroe smiled, "Sure enough, it’s easier to fool someone when they’re drunk."
Vera Yves looked at him helplessly.
"Can I not leave tonight?"
Vera Yves raised her head in surprise.
Miles Monroe said seriously, "I’ll go back to the hospital myself in the morning this way, you won’t have to run back and forth. I just don’t want you to overwork yourself."
"What about your wound?"
"Vera, you’re a doctor; I trust you can take good care of me."
Vera Yves couldn’t help but tease him, "Do you have any decency, making me work overtime!"
Miles Monroe chuckled, "I’ll try to handle things myself, so you won’t have to work overtime."
Vera Yves first helped him check the wound, relieved only when it showed no signs of opening or bleeding.
She visited the bathroom to brush her teeth once more, then fetched new toothpaste, toothbrush, and towel for Miles Monroe.
Back in the study, Vera Yves reviewed Old Mrs. Valentine’s previous medical records, yet Winston Valentine’s vile behavior kept flashing in her mind.
However, since Old Mrs. Valentine had already been discharged from the hospital and was taking medication, she couldn’t just ignore it.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
The study door wasn’t closed, and Vera Yves looked up to see Miles Monroe, freshly washed, wearing only long pants, a towel draped over his upper body, walking towards her.
Vera Yves almost instinctively averted her gaze.
"Vera, there’s no quilt in the guest room."
Vera Yves finally remembered and hurriedly stood up, "I’ll get it for you."
Miles Monroe followed her to another room, where Vera Yves opened the wardrobe and took out a quilt, "My mom just aired it out recently."
Miles Monroe took it, smiling at her, "Vera, if you have the time, please buy me a set of men’s pajamas. I’m not used to sleeping naked."
