Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 85: Don’t Want to Repeat the Same Mistake
"Sis, really not leaving a contact?"
A young man in his early twenties winked his charming eyes at Vera Yves, closing in step by step. Vera was afraid he’d lean in, intending to push him away, but he held her hand down.
"Sis, how does it feel? I’ve been training for half a year."
"It’s... it’s okay, but your heart doesn’t seem too good. Better not do intense exercise..."
Before Vera could finish, the weight on her disappeared suddenly as the young man was tossed aside.
Miles Monroe pulled her up from the sofa.
"Miles." Vera sighed in relief.
The young man was bewildered for a moment, curiously gazing at Vera, "Sis, how did you know my heart’s not good?"
"Who’s your sis?" Miles asked, visibly displeased.
The young man was intimidated by his presence, thinking he looked familiar, yet he couldn’t recall where they’d met.
Linda Young had seen Miles come in earlier, and now rose with a smile upon seeing his stern face, "Miles, why are you only here now?"
"Who allowed you to let Vera mess around like this?"
"What messing around? These are my good friends." Linda explained seriously, "None of them are gigolos, they’re all legitimate star models, plus they’re single. All of them can keep Vera company and alleviate her boredom."
Miles frowned, looked down at Vera, "Do you want to stay here?"
Vera naturally didn’t want to, but before she could answer, Linda walked over, put an arm around her shoulder, pressing her to sit on the sofa, smiling at Miles, "Not staying here, where else would you go? What a brother can’t resolve, another guy may help."
Miles took a long stride and sat beside Vera. Linda waved to the young man earlier, "Nate, come, come, join your sister for a drink."
Nate scampered over, eagerly poured Vera a drink, while casually brushing his pecs against Vera’s arm.
Hard as a rock.
Vera flinched slightly as Nate handed her a drink, blinking his charming eyes, "Sis, let’s toast to your singlehood, away from that scumbag."
Accepting it out of politeness, Miles pressed her hand, insidiously hinting, "Can your health handle a drink?"
Thinking about the child she couldn’t have, Vera replied, "I can."
Miles paused, as Vera had already downed the drink in one go. Nate followed, "Sis, you’re so carefree! Come on, let’s have another..."
Before the drink was poured, Miles already dragged someone out of the private room.
Linda clicked her tongue, couldn’t tolerate this already?
Outside the room, Miles released Vera’s wrist, "When?"
"A few days before Grandpa Monroe fell ill."
"Why didn’t you tell me?"
"It wasn’t necessary."
Had they really become so distant?
After a long silence, Miles’ voice was bitter, "Vera... did it hurt?"
Vera thought for a moment, "With the anesthesia, it wasn’t that painful..."
Seeing her calm demeanor, Miles couldn’t hold back any longer, and pulled her into his embrace with heartache, "Don’t keep everything to yourself, Vera, you still have me."
The cool scent from him filled her nose; it was the first time he’d held her so tightly.
Vera’s eyes reddened, stubborn tears dropped.
His embrace was as warm and comfortable as she’d imagined.
But this embrace wasn’t hers, nor did she covet it anymore.
Peter Phelps saw the two embracing as he went to the restroom, sobering up for the most part. He opened the private room door, seeing a man drinking alone on the sofa, leaned over, "Third Young Master, guess who I just saw?"
Winston Valentine ignored him, but Theodore Xavier chuckled and leaned over, "What gossip got you so excited, Phelps?"
"I just saw Vera Yves."
Winston’s grip on the glass paused, Theodore cleared his throat, "Imperia isn’t that big, running into someone isn’t unusual. Is it worth getting excited over?"
"Third Young Master, you’ve been played!" Peter Phelps said indignantly, "That woman and Miles Monroe were hugging so tightly! I’m sure before the divorce, you were already wearing a green hat!"
Hearing Peter’s words, everyone around paused, and the lively private room instantly quieted.
Winston clenched the glass tightly, chugged the drink inside, then picked up his coat and stood, walking out.
Peter continued, "Damn, this bitch! She schemed to marry you and already found someone else even before the divorce! How can she be this vile..."
"Boom!"
Before Peter could react, he was kicked to the ground.
"Say one more word, I’ll cripple you!"
Peter was stunned from the hit, seeing the man’s fierce expression on his face, too scared to even breathe.
Winston left the room.
Vera had drunk, so couldn’t drive. Miles found her a substitute driver, the two waited in Miles’ car, when Miles seemed to recall something, asked Vera to wait, then walked into the night.
Vera watched the people coming and going at the bar entrance, startled when she saw Winston Valentine.
Winston held his coat in one hand and a cigarette in the other, handsome face slightly flushed, likely having drunk a lot, his steps somewhat unsteady.
He halted in the bar entrance’s cold wind, the red tip in his hand burning slowly, smoke swirling.
When did he start smoking?
Vera couldn’t remember, but in their over three years of marriage, she’d never smelled any smoke on him.
His expression seemed a bit lonely, was it over the child Cecilia Vaughn lost? He ought to have been quite expectant for that child.
Vera chuckled softly, a pain like this ought to let him experience it.
Feeling her gaze on him, Winston looked over, Vera quickly averted her eyes.
The car door opened, Miles handed over roasted sweet potatoes, "I remember you loved eating sweet potatoes from the street corner ahead, over the years, that old man is still selling them."
Vera took it, the fresh and hot sweet potatoes warming her hands instantly.
"Taste it, is it still the same as before?"
Vera looked at him helplessly, "I haven’t gone abroad, came to have them recently."
Miles chuckled, "Then give us a review."
Vera sincerely said, "The old man has gotten a bit ’arrogant with indulgence,’ the roast isn’t as good as before."
Miles seriously replied, "Sympathize with him, eighty years old and still selling, he’s selling sentiment."
Vera chuckled while holding the sweet potato, "Used to be eight, now eighteen, sentiment costs ten bucks a pound." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
Miles couldn’t help but stroke her hair, Vera froze for a moment, subtly avoiding him.
As they left, Vera glanced at the bar entrance, but the figure was long gone.
Winston sat in his car, head still dizzy, the phone rang, he reached over to answer.
"Get over here immediately!"
Winston’s head spun further, he hung up indicating the driver to head for The Shelby Residence.
Vera returned to The Yves Family, called Linda while still at the bar, "Gone home?"
"What else?"
"You’re divorced, Miles is single too, shouldn’t this be a time for romance?"
Vera finally understood Linda’s intention, "Linda, impossible with him before, even more now."
"Why?"
"Don’t want a repeat of the past."
The next morning, while Vera was still asleep, she heard Hannah Hayes’s cursing.
"I knew The Valentine Family wouldn’t do anything good! They acted so generous yesterday, now today, they flipped, slandering my daughter!"
