Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 149: I Only Want You

The people around collectively gasped.

Winston Valentine’s right hand was still trembling slightly. He tightened his grip, but it only shook more violently.

"Don’t worry, Uncle. Even with just my left hand, I can still manage the Group."

Trevor Valentine sighed and patted his shoulder, "I certainly don’t mind if you have a right hand or not, but you’re the president of the Valentine Group. Letting others know our president is disabled, after all, doesn’t sound good."

Trevor Valentine left with big strides, and the people behind also left one after another. Many couldn’t help but secretly glance at Winston Valentine’s right hand.

Vera Yves’s gaze lingered on his right hand as Winston Valentine moved forward, and Vera followed behind him. The two of them entered his office one after the other.

"I still have a document to handle, please wait a bit."

Vera sat on a sofa at the side and nodded. Walter Lowell quickly brought in coffee for the two.

Winston Valentine handed the completed document to Walter Lowell and then reached for the coffee.

With a "bang!" the cup fell onto the table, spilling coffee everywhere, soaking the documents on the table, and his clothes weren’t spared either.

Walter Lowell hurriedly helped him clean up.

"Get out!"

Winston Valentine looked very displeased, so Walter Lowell had to take the documents and respectfully leave the room.

"Sorry, I need to change."

Winston Valentine walked into the lounge. Vera Yves stood up and went to his desk, helping him wipe the stains clean.

Her gaze fell on his signature, which was no longer vigorous and confident, and one could tell that his hand shook severely while he wrote.

Vera Yves felt a deeper sense of guilt.

Winston Valentine came out of the lounge, still holding a tie. "I had trouble fastening the buttons just now; my hand got tired. Could you help me with my tie?"

His expression was indifferent yet seemed as if it was taken for granted.

Vera remembered his words: this is what you owe me.

Vera stepped up, took the tie, stood on tiptoe, and skillfully tied it around his collar.

Just like many mornings after their marriage.

Back then, she belonged only to him.

Winston Valentine caught a subtle hint of her fragrance and instinctively wrapped an arm around her waist, longing to draw more from it.

"Winston Valentine, remove your hand."

"Sorry, just a habit." Winston Valentine withdrew his hand, reverting to that indifferent demeanor, as if his previous gesture was merely unintentional.

Vera Yves took his pulse, her expression somewhat solemn.

"Have you been taking your medicine on time?"

"Of course."

She had been regulating his health for a while now; it was unreasonable for there to be no effect at all.

"Did you really take it on time?"

Winston Valentine’s expression was a bit unnatural.

Vera Yves’s face darkened, "If you don’t trust me, you can find another doctor, but you cannot mess around with your body! Your brain nerve damage—the sooner it’s treated, the higher the chance of recovery!"

Winston Valentine leaned back in his chair, expressionless, "Neuronal degeneration and necrosis is irreversible, isn’t it?"

Vera Yves stood up, "Since you believe you can’t be cured, why do you seek my help?"

"Someone has to help me treat it anyway. Might as well choose someone pleasing to the eye."

Vera Yves looked at his rogue-like manner, feeling exasperated, yet she couldn’t manage to just walk away.

"Though it can’t be fully restored, it can be improved." Vera Yves softened her tone, "You should have confidence in yourself."

"The medicine is too bitter," Winston Valentine said sincerely, "I can’t take very bitter medicine unless you prepare it for me personally."

"Maybe Cecilia Vaughn is more suitable to prepare it for you."

Winston Valentine looked into her eyes, "I want only you."

Vera Yves met his gaze frankly, "You’re about to get engaged. I know you don’t care about your reputation, but I do. If, before your engagement, your condition hasn’t improved, I see no reason to continue treating you."

"So, you’ve agreed?"

Vera Yves nodded, took his pulse again, adjusted the prescription, and then applied acupuncture. It was close to noon by the time she left.

Walter Lowell escorted her to the elevator.

When the elevator doors opened, there was Stella Valentine along with Cecilia Vaughn, Stella’s arm linked affectionately with Cecilia’s.

In the past, Stella Valentine never thought highly of Cecilia, but with Cecilia about to marry Winston Valentine, Stella sensed Winston’s growing disdain for her and thought to win Cecilia over to improve her relationship with Winston.

"Vera Yves, what are you doing here?" Stella Valentine asked disdainfully, "Are you here looking for my third brother?"

Cecilia also appraised Vera Yves, deliberately lifting her chin with an air of superiority.

Vera couldn’t be bothered with them.

Walter Lowell respectfully said, "Miss Yves is here to treat President Valentine. She is a valued guest of President Valentine."

"What kind of valued guest is she?" Stella Valentine and Cecilia walked out of the elevator, laughing mockingly, "Vera Yves, do you know? I could laugh about the time you got left at the altar for the rest of my life! Didn’t I say Miles would never marry a divorced woman?"

Stella looked her over, "Now look, all of Imperia knows he played with you and tossed you aside! I’d like to see what poor soul ends up taking over!"

Vera Yves calmly looked at her, "I advise you to watch your mouth. You recently had a miscarriage, so speaking ill can bring misfortune. Watch out, or your child may not reincarnate."

Stella’s face immediately changed, "Vera Yves, you’re... you’re talking nonsense! Who had a miscarriage?"

Vera clasped her wrist, and Stella was so frightened she quickly pulled back her hand, stumbling back several steps, nearly falling onto a potted plant.

Vera calmly said, "You just miscarried, yet you’re still dressed in so little—don’t think youth is make an immunity. Chill can have serious consequences."

Vera stepped into the elevator.

Stella gritted her teeth. She had gone to the hospital secretly, so how did Vera know? Could she really be that capable?

Vera wasn’t some sort of sage; it was just that Linda Young had gossiped with her yesterday, saying someone saw Stella sneaking into the gynecology department, most likely for an abortion.

Vera called Linda Young to confirm her suspicion.

"Oh, and Vera, someone’s interested in buying that apartment of yours. They’ll be coming to view it in a couple of days. Do you want to move your things out first?"

After lunch, Vera rushed to the apartment.

She packed her things; most of the study materials had already been moved to her clinic bit by bit.

Only a lonely box remained, containing that love letter she wrote to Miles Monroe, along with many notebooks filled with sweet and bitter memories of her secret crush and countless hopes.

At the very bottom were many photos of the two of them together.

Looking at the photos, of herself smiling so happily, Vera’s eyes moistened.

Wrapping layers of tape around the box, Vera finally stood up and left.

She went to her usual herbal medicine shop, purchased some herbs, and asked them to prepare the medicine, but not to seal it in plastic. She didn’t have enough time to brew medicine for Winston Valentine herself.

After ordering the medicine, Vera sent the purchase receipt to Walter Lowell.

Walter Lowell promptly sent her a WeChat contact card, politely saying, "Miss Yves, President Valentine says his health is personal, so he hopes you’ll communicate directly with him in the future."

Thinking about his WeChat and phone number, all resting on her blacklist...

Vera felt a headache, but thinking about his right hand, she finally removed his WeChat from her blacklist.

After sending over the receipt, Winston Valentine quickly transferred the money according to the amount.

Vera accepted the payment.

Winston Valentine sent over two images of cufflinks.

"Which pair do you think is better for the engagement?"