Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 58: Then Let’s Go Home

Vera Yves glanced at it. In the photo frame were family photos of her and Mark Yves with their grandparents from childhood.

"What’s it got to do with you?"

Winston Valentine pointed to one of the photos, "Who is the child in Old Mr. Yves’ arms?"

In the picture, Old Mr. Yves was wearing a simple Chinese tunic suit, holding a two-year-old child crying with his mouth wide open, making a slightly comical scene.

Vera Yves frowned at him, "Mark Yves, what’s the issue?"

Winston Valentine’s gaze fell on her, "Where were you at that time?"

"I was also over two years old at that time. Do you think I would remember where I was?"

Vera Yves couldn’t help but say, "Winston Valentine, can’t you stop bringing up things out of nowhere?"

Winston Valentine withdrew his gaze and looked at Vera Yves. Her features were picturesque, her nose was fine and delicate, her lips glossy like cherries, with a gentle temperament.

Images of Hannah Hayes, Harry Yves, and even Mark Yves flashed through Winston Valentine’s mind.

"You’re fraternal twins with Mark Yves. Why do you look different?"

Vera Yves frowned at him, "Fraternal twins come from separate eggs, they naturally don’t look very much alike."

The sky outside darkened, Vera Yves organized all the documents and looked at him, sarcastically saying, "President Valentine, are there any more medical difficulties you’d like me to solve for you?"

Winston Valentine held her hand.

Feeling his sweaty palms, Vera Yves tried to pull her hand back, but Winston Valentine held it tightly.

Winston Valentine had made a reservation at a restaurant, a western restaurant he frequented.

After getting married, the two of them had never gone out to dine alone like this.

Once seated, many acquaintances came by to say hello, and Vera Yves had to force a smile and respond amiably.

Winston Valentine leaned back in his chair looking at her, "If you don’t want to smile, you don’t have to."

"Smiling is a form of courtesy." Vera Yves’ voice was cold, "I know you think my smile is fake, but it was you who brought me here, so please endure it."

"I don’t think that of you." Winston Valentine looked at her distant demeanor and lowered his voice, "The food here’s quite nice, give it a try. If you like it, I can bring you here often in the future."

Vera Yves did not appreciate it, "I can’t get used to Western cuisine."

"I can accompany you for Chinese food."

Vera Yves suddenly became curious about the extent this man would go to for Cecilia Vaughn.

"When do you plan to send her abroad?"

"In a week."

Vera Yves glanced at him, "Rest assured, as long as Cecilia Vaughn doesn’t provoke me, I won’t give the recording to anyone."

Winston Valentine said nothing more.

After finishing dinner and stepping out, a thin layer of snow covered the ground.

Vera Yves looked up at the night sky, where snowflakes danced and fell gently under the bright streetlights.

It was the first snow of the year.

Winston Valentine followed her gaze, "Do you like the snow?"

Vera Yves snapped out of her thoughts, didn’t answer his question but rubbed her arms, feeling a bit cold.

She wanted to get in the car, but Winston Valentine took off his coat, draped it over her, and held her hand, "Let’s walk for a bit."

He had returned from the company and taken off his coat, wearing only a deep blue suit.

Without any room for objection, Winston Valentine led her forward.

Watching their clasped hands, Vera Yves felt somewhat surreal.

This was the post-marriage life she once dreamed of, where there wasn’t much love but enough respect, occasionally taking a walk after dinner.

If he really sent Cecilia Vaughn abroad, could they go back to how they used to be?

But what sustains a marriage without love? His sense of responsibility?

Thinking of the child in her belly, Vera Yves’ eyes dimmed a bit, but he wouldn’t allow her to have the child.

The two of them walked for a while, leaving two rows of one big and one small footprints.

Winston Valentine turned around, noticed the snowflakes scattered on her long hair, and gently brushed them away with another hand.

The streetlight cast a warm glow on his stern face, adding a touch of gentleness, his gaze focused and tender.

Vera Yves stood on tiptoe to brush the snow off his hair as well.

When the coat she wore slipped off, Winston Valentine helped straighten it, then pulled her into his arms by tugging at the sides of the coat. Vera Yves stumbled into his embrace.

Feeling the cold air from his body, instinctively she reached out to hug him, "Winston Valentine, aren’t you cold?"

Winston Valentine tightened his hold on her a bit, "I’m not cold."

Did this man not know he still had a gunshot wound?

"But I’m cold, and I don’t want to walk anymore."

Winston Valentine leaned down and softly said in her ear, "Then let’s go home."

Vera Yves’ heartbeat skipped a beat unexpectedly.

The driver, seeing the two had stopped, hurriedly got out and opened the car door for them.

Inside the car, Vera Yves returned his coat to him. Winston Valentine took it, about to say something, but Vera Yves had already leaned against the window, with a demeanor as if she were unfamiliar with him.

Winston Valentine chuckled and instructed the driver to return to the villa.

The car started.

Vera Yves pulled out her phone, idly opening her circle of friends, scrolling down.

Half an hour ago, Zoe Monroe had posted a status—family banquet. The picture was of The Morgan Estate, with Miles Monroe sitting beside her, showing only his superior profile.

Zoe Monroe commented on it herself: "Unified replies, my cousin, single, feel free to hit on him!"

Just in time for a red light, the car stopped, and Vera Yves glanced out the window, catching sight of a huge billboard displaying a woman with delicate makeup, scarlet lips, one hand across her chest, the watch on her wrist glittering.

Turns out, even those who once loved each other deeply can break up.

The car started again, and Vera Yves withdrew her gaze.

Back at the villa, Winston Valentine went to the study, and fearing he might catch a cold, Vera Yves specifically ordered the housekeeper to brew some warm soup for him.

Back in the bedroom, Vera Yves found her phone filled with messages, with numerous wealthy ladies sending her party invitations.

The elite circle was never short of gossip, even just having a meal with Winston Valentine and taking a walk afterwards had already stirred up quite a storm within the circle.

Vera Yves replied to those messages, took a shower, and came out to find another message from Zoe Monroe—"Vera, let’s go skiing tomorrow!"

Vera Yves was just about to refuse when Zoe Monroe quickly added, "Just the two of us, definitely not my cousin!"

Feeling unable to reject her again.

Seeing her agree, Zoe Monroe finally at ease, sent another picture: a snowman about half her height.

Zoe Monroe continued to complain, "Do you think my cousin is crazy? It’s almost eleven at night and he’s not even sleeping, just out there building a snowman in the courtyard!"

Vera Yves looked at the snowman, getting a bit lost in thought.

"I told him his snowman looks even worse than the ones you used to make, and he actually threw a snowball at me!"

Vera Yves tossed her phone aside, thinking of her past self who would pull him out to build snowmen as soon as it snowed, she smiled, such childishness!

The next morning, when Vera Yves woke up, Winston Valentine had already left. As she descended the stairs, she saw Samantha Warren standing in the living room.

Vera Yves asked a servant to prepare some tea.

Upon seeing Vera Yves, Samantha Warren suddenly knelt down with a thud, "Vera Yves, I’m begging you, could you ask Winston to go see Cecilia in the hospital?"