Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 112: What’s Wrong with Sleeping with a Man
Will he come often in the future?
Since they are now boyfriend and girlfriend, she has no reason to refuse. Vera hesitantly nodded.
Miles Monroe ruffled her hair, "Rest early."
Vera wasn’t in the mood to look at the papers; she took a shower, got into bed, and wiped her lips, wishing she could curse Winston Valentine with the most venomous words.
She turned over and thought of Miles sleeping next door, feeling inexplicably at ease.
The next morning at six, Vera entered the kitchen, only to find Miles busy inside.
Miles asked as he saw her, "Why not sleep a bit more?"
"I promised to help make soup for you."
"No rush. Anyway, you can have it whenever you want later."
Vera lifted his shirt to check his wound, "Does it still hurt?"
"It’s okay."
"When are you going back to the hospital?"
"Before eight, my mom will visit me at the hospital."
Vera took the ingredients from the fridge, "I should be able to make it; drinking this soup is good for your wound recovery."
Miles smiled at her, "Do you want millet pumpkin porridge or oatmeal porridge?"
"Millet pumpkin."
Soon, the sound of the food processor echoed in the kitchen.
They were both busy.
Vera put the ingredients into a clay pot, waited for it to boil on high heat, then slowly turned it down to low heat. Miles walked up behind her, bending down, "What did you put in it? It smells so good."
It looked like he was hugging her from behind.
"There are longan, red dates..."
"Vera, Miles?"
Hannah Hayes’s voice sounded behind them.
They both turned around together, and Vera instinctively pushed Miles away, "Mom, why are you here? Why didn’t you give me a heads-up?"
Hannah quickly composed herself and smiled, "I called you downstairs, but you didn’t answer."
Hannah’s gaze fell on Miles, "Miles, I heard you were injured and hospitalized. Why are you at Vera’s place?"
"Aunt Hayes, I..."
"He had something temporary to discuss with me." Vera interrupted him, looking seriously at Hannah, "His wound hasn’t healed well, so he came to consult with me, he just arrived."
Hannah glanced at the apron on Miles, "He just arrived and you made him cook, even though he’s injured. You, child, have no sense of propriety!"
"I’m just giving her a hand." Miles smiled politely, "Aunt Hayes, have you eaten?"
"I’ve already eaten. I made some dumplings and brought them over because Vera loves them," Hannah said with a smile. "I remember you liked them too, perfect, you both can enjoy them together."
Five minutes later, Hannah sat by the dining table, smiling at the two with an aunt’s fondness.
Vera and Miles sat across from each other, feeling a bit awkward.
Vera helplessly looked at Hannah, "Mom, you’re staring like that. Can we eat or not?"
Hannah suppressed her smile slightly, "Alright, alright, I won’t watch."
The two quickly finished their meal, Vera looked at Hannah, "You’ve delivered the things, shouldn’t you head back now?"
Hannah stood up, "You child, I’ll leave now, you walk me out."
Seeing Miles stand up, Hannah said with a smile, "Miles, you’re still injured, don’t move, let Vera see me out."
The mother and daughter walked out of the apartment.
Vera spoke bluntly, "Mom, I know what you want to ask, but there’s nothing!"
"Who comes to consult for something at six in the morning? Do you think I’m naive? He spent the night here, didn’t he?"
"No!" Vera said firmly, "There’s nothing between us! Believe it or not!"
Hannah clicked her tongue, "Hiding things from your mom!"
"I already said there’s nothing! Don’t have such a vivid imagination!"
As the elevator arrived, Hannah glanced meaningfully at her, "He’s still injured, so take it easy."
Vera looked at her suspiciously and her cheeks started to flush under Hannah’s suggestive gaze, "Can’t you have a healthy mindset?"
Hannah remained calm, "Winston Valentine got another woman pregnant without even divorcing. You’ve already divorced, what’s wrong with sleeping with a man?"
Vera chose to turn around and head home.
Miles had already tidied up all the tableware; Vera went over and helped him take off the apron, "You’re injured, let me handle these things."
"I’m used to it."
Vera paused her movement for a moment; when he was with Jane Shea, he took care of her meticulously too.
Miles tapped her nose lightly, "When you were a kid, which time did you tidy up after I cooked for you?"
Vera rubbed her nose and turned to check on the soup simmering on the stove.
"Miles, it’s not that I don’t want to acknowledge you, it’s just that my mom..."
Vera spoke with a hint of helplessness in her voice, "She’s too impulsive and loves to meddle in my affairs. Back then... She had at least half the influence on my decision to get married. I don’t want us to become passive one day."
"Vera, we are in a normal relationship, don’t put too much pressure on yourself." Miles looked at her profile, his voice gentle, "I can go along with your pace."
With the soup ready, they went downstairs together.
Miles conveniently dropped her off at The Valentine Family’s old house before driving back to the hospital.
In a TV station dressing room.
Jane Shea looked at the screenshot Miss Norton sent over via social media, enlarged the image, and stared at the woman in Miles’s arms. Jane’s beautiful face was almost twisted with anger.
Miss Norton sent over a few more photos, showing two people holding hands as they entered the apartment building, some at night, and some in the morning.
Miss Norton sent her a voice message, which Jane opened.
"Miles moves fast; announced it in the morning, spent the night at hers by evening! I’ve told you, having a little tantrum is romantic, but overdo it, and a man will bolt!"
"Bang!" Her phone was thrown against the vanity mirror.
The phone fell to the ground, and the mirror shattered.
Her staff all looked over in surprise, as Jane was known for her good temper, rarely seen losing her cool.
Her assistant, Peach, hurriedly picked up the phone for her, thankfully it was a private dressing room.
"Sis, your phone."
Jane paid no heed, still staring at her reflection in the mirror, "Am I beautiful?"
Peach nodded enthusiastically, "Sis, you’re ranked tenth among the world’s top 100 most beautiful faces, your beauty is well recognized."
Jane took the phone back; the screen was cracked all over. The wallpaper was of her solo photo, she remembered how gentle his gaze was when he took that picture.
"Bring over the script, I want to change the interview questions again."
Vera lifted her head to look at the house in front of her, comforting herself: just treat it like a bite from a dog.
If Winston Valentine dared to show up in front of her again, she’d turn around and leave, never coming back.
Before she went inside, the door opened and a red sports car drove out, Cecilia Vaughn driving with Winston Valentine in the passenger seat.
The car swept past, and Vera proceeded inside as Winston watched her figure grow distant through the rearview mirror.
Beside him, Cecilia laughed and said, "Winston, I’ve contacted them. A handmade custom wedding gown will take at least three months. Shall we go pick a wedding dress today?"
