Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 27: Afraid of Losing Him

Winston Valentine instinctively looked around for Vera Yves, but found nothing.

His gaze fell on Cecilia Vaughn’s worried face, and the concern in her eyes was genuine.

Winston tried to remain calm. "I’m fine, just feeling unwell. Sorry, I can’t join you for the after-party."

"No problem, I’ll go with you."

"Today, you’re the main star, you can’t leave early." Winston pushed her hand away. "Have fun."

"Winston..."

Cecilia could only watch him leave with open eyes.

As Winston reached the banquet hall door, a waiter approached and handed him a room card, respectfully saying, "President Valentine, Mrs. Valentine asked me to tell you to wait for her in room 3050."

Winston’s eyes darkened, the changes within his body becoming more evident. Thinking of the drink Vera handed him, Winston no longer hesitated, took the room card, and walked out of the banquet hall.

Winston took the elevator to the floor, found the room, and swiped the card to enter.

Turning on the light, he saw heart-shaped rose petals on the bed and a seductive scent filled the air.

Vera’s graceful figure flashed through Winston’s mind, and he felt parched.

Suppressing the increasing heat inside, he opened the window, letting in the cold breeze. What was this woman up to?

"Knock knock!" There was a knock on the door.

Winston quickly walked over and opened the door, "Vera, you better..."

A slender figure dashed into his arms, causing Winston to stumble back a couple of steps.

"Click!"

The door closed and locked automatically.

Cecilia was still wearing that evening gown, but her cheeks had an abnormal blush, "Winston, why do I feel so unwell?"

Winston tried hard to stay sober, pushing Cecilia away with a deep voice, "How did you come here?"

Noticing the reproach in his tone, Cecilia softly replied, "It was Sister-in-law who told me to come to this room to find you."

"What did you say?" Winston’s face turned icy cold.

Cecilia, like a vine, tried to entwine him, "Winston, I’m feeling so hot, I want to kiss you, don’t you want to kiss me?"

Looking at her rosy lips, Winston steadied himself, forcefully pushing her away, "Cecilia, get a grip, we can’t do this!"

"Why not? Sister-in-law sent me to find you, it means she doesn’t mind!" Cecilia looked at him with red-rimmed eyes, "I don’t mind either, Winston, I don’t need to be your wife, I just hope to be with you, in any form at all!"

She hadn’t expected Vera to be so cooperative. As long as Winston crossed the line with her tonight, she was confident she could replace Vera!

Winston wished he could choke Vera right now, she doesn’t mind? Why wouldn’t she mind!

"I mind!"

Winston gritted his teeth, trying to stay clear-headed, Vera, you foolish woman!

Winston moved to open the door, Cecilia blocked his path, "I won’t let you leave! Winston Valentine, if you dare to go, I’ll find a random man to sleep with tonight, do you believe it?"

Winston’s expression darkened, "At any time, for anyone, it is never worth demeaning yourself, understand?"

Cecilia looked at him with determined eyes, how could she let such a rare opportunity slip away?

She put her hands behind her back, deftly untied the straps, and the evening gown fell to the floor.

At the moment the gown fell, Winston turned around, "Cecilia, put your clothes on!"

"I only want you! Without you, I can’t survive!"

Cecilia disregarded everything and hugged him from behind, "Winston, I know you have feelings for me in your heart, I know you don’t want me to be the other woman, but I don’t care! Do you know how I’ve gotten through these years without you? Reputation, status, compared to being with you, are worth nothing!"

Winston resisted the primal urges surging from the depths of his heart, prying her hands away one by one.

"Winston, kiss me, please?" Cecilia pleaded, letting go of all her dignity, "I am willing to give you everything, as long as you want it."

...

Watching Cecilia enter the elevator, it wasn’t until half an hour later that Melinda Shelby’s people released Vera Yves.

Vera felt her legs weakening, and she leaned against the wall for support.

"Just a friendly reminder, the room is 3050," Melinda taunted her, "Maybe you can wait until tomorrow morning to go up."

Seeing the elevator door open, Vera almost without hesitation stepped in.

As she pressed the floor button, she noticed her hand was trembling.

A half hour had passed, and neither Winston nor Cecilia had come down. It already indicated something, but she didn’t know why she still wanted to go up, hoping to stop something.

Winston’s cold, indifferent eyes flashed through her mind.

In truth, in their three years of marriage, it wasn’t always tense between them. In the quiet of night, he would also hold her close.

She had hopes for this marriage too.

Even if not passionately in love, she hoped for a warm marriage.

Thinking that at this moment he might be reminiscing with Cecilia, Vera felt a dull pain in her heart.

She originally thought she could be indifferent, after all, there was no space for her in his heart.

But why was she scared?

The elevator door opened, and just as Vera was about to step out, she saw Winston standing outside the elevator.

Winston held a coat in one hand, while on the other side, the sleeve of his black shirt was rolled up to his elbow, revealing a six to seven centimeter wound bleeding.

At the moment he saw her, Winston’s handsome face instantly filled with hostility.

Vera instinctively stepped back.

Winston’s long legs stepped into the elevator.

Vera then noticed his hair was drenched with sweat. At the same time, Walter Lowell led a doctor out of another elevator, heading for room 3050.

As soon as the elevator door closed, Winston fiercely grabbed her neck.

Blood dripped from Winston’s arm onto the elevator carpet, and the elevator quickly filled with the smell of blood.

Vera’s face turned red, unable to utter a word.

Looking at her pained expression, there was not a hint of pity in his dark eyes, "I really underestimated your determination to divorce, did you think setting me up would ensure success?"

Vera shook her head with difficulty.

"Adding something to my drink, rose petals, aphrodisiac essential oils, Mrs. Valentine really is quite good at these things!" Winston’s grip tightened, causing more blood to flow due to the pressure.

Vera couldn’t breathe at all, her eyes began to blur, just as she thought she would die from suffocation, Winston finally let go.

Vera felt as if all her strength had drained away. Winston propped her up, pinning her against the elevator wall, suddenly leaned down, and bit her collarbone fiercely.

Vera winced in pain, instinctively pushing him away.

"Winston Valentine, it wasn’t me..."

Winston forced himself to ask her with what little sanity he had left, "Then why are you here?"

Vera was speechless, Melinda had calculated everything so perfectly.

"What were you hiding at the bathroom door?"

"Wasn’t it you who handed me that drink?"

His voice turned increasingly cold.

Vera’s face turned pale inch by inch.