Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 128: He’s a Clean Freak

Jane Shea wore a white evening dress, her face covered with a Flower Fairy mask, and was chatting with someone. Apparently noticing Vera Yves’ gaze, Jane Shea looked over.

Their eyes met in the air.

Jane Shea smiled at her, as if they were long-lost friends, though there was a hint of hostility in her eyes.

Vera Yves did not consider her own perception wrong, after all, Jane Shea’s hostility towards her was not newfound.

Jane Shea exchanged a few more words with someone before elegantly walking over to Vera Yves, "Vera Yves, seeing me and not even daring to say hello?"

Vera Yves kept a cold expression, "I don’t think we have the kind of relationship suitable for greetings."

"Happy being with him?" Jane Shea disregarded her cold demeanor and smiled at her, "You know, when I was with him, I always enjoyed seeing you in that pathetic unrequited love state."

"Liking him is not something shameful." Vera Yves’ gaze was frank, "I never felt pitiful."

"Do you really think that just because he’s with you now, you’ve won?" Jane Shea leaned closer, lowering her voice, "When I was with him, we were each other’s firsts, living together all those years abroad."

Even though she had already anticipated this, hearing Jane Shea say it still made Vera Yves feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Jane Shea spoke softly, "He hasn’t touched you yet, has he? After all, he’s a cleanliness freak!"

"What are you trying to find out from me?" Vera Yves looked at her steadily, "Neither of us are kids, we both have pasts. Precisely because of these imperfect pasts, we cherish our current relationship more."

"What kind of relationship do you have? If he liked you, why was he with me before?" Jane Shea smirked, "Why did he stand by and watch you marry someone else? Vera Yves, stop deceiving yourself!"

Jane Shea whispered in her ear, "You know, he’s just too soft-hearted; sympathy isn’t love. He’s with you just to spite me for not accepting his proposal."

Jane Shea smiled at her, "He just wants to find a woman willing to marry him to show me. Do you believe that even at your wedding, if I beckoned, he’d come back to me?"

Vera Yves looked at her calmly, "I don’t believe it."

"Well, let’s wait and see then."

Jane Shea glided into the crowd like a butterfly.

Vera Yves watched her figure, almost forgetting what she originally intended to do; Jane Shea always had a significant effect on her.

Suddenly, music played in the ballroom, and Vera Yves noticed the men and women around her pairing up to dance. She intended to leave but was stopped.

Looking up, she immediately recognized the man in the lion mask as Winston Valentine.

She attempted to sidestep him to leave, but Winston Valentine continued to block her path, "May I have this dance, beautiful fox miss?"

"No, you may not."

The people around them had started dancing to the music; Winston Valentine directly pulled her into his arms, moving in step with the melody.

Vera Yves looked at him annoyed, "Winston Valentine, what on earth do you want? You promised me we’d be strangers if we ever met again!"

"Has no one told you? This dance is actually a masqueraded matchmaking event." Winston Valentine looked down at her, "In matchmaking, everyone’s a stranger."

"I’m not here for that," Vera Yves replied coolly. "If you want to continue your special hobby of cheating in marriage, please find someone else."

Hearing this, Winston Valentine lowered his voice, "If I hadn’t cheated, would we have stood a chance?"

Vera Yves reacted as if she heard a joke, "Did you think I’d be devastated after our divorce? And because I found a boyfriend, you’re unbalanced, so you’re trying to ruin my relationship with Miles Monroe, to win me back and prove your charm?"

Winston Valentine’s eyes dimmed slightly, "I never wished for you to be devastated."

"Be a man and keep your word. Treating me as a stranger is good for both of us."

After speaking, Vera Yves withdrew her hand and walked away from the crowd; Winston Valentine watched her depart, his eyes darkening further, and he followed her path out of the crowd.

Vera Yves sat in the lounge area, unable to find Luke Shaw; Zoe was nowhere to be seen either. First running into Jane Shea, then Winston Valentine—it seemed she should have checked the almanac before leaving the house today.

As the dance music ended, the lighting in the ballroom turned soft.

Men and women sat together, chatting and drinking; some approached Vera Yves, attempting to flirt, but she politely declined, noticing others already kissing openly.

Vera Yves then realized that this was indeed a matchmaking-style party.

Finally spotting Zoe in the crowd, she saw her from a distance, clinging to a man’s arm, her cheeks flushed, evidently having drunk quite a bit, and the two of them walked out of the ballroom together.

Moreover, they didn’t exit through the main entrance but used a side door.

Frowning, Vera Yves quickly got up to follow.

After passing through the crowd and reaching the exit, she couldn’t see Zoe anywhere.

A gust of cold wind brought with it a whiff of smoke, leading Vera Yves to notice Winston Valentine leaning against a window, smoking.

Why couldn’t she shake him off?

Hesitating for a moment, Vera Yves walked towards him, "Have you seen Zoe? Who did she leave with? Do you know which floor they went to?"

Smelling the smoke made Vera Yves cough a few times.

Extinguishing his cigarette, Winston Valentine casually responded, "Weren’t we supposed to be strangers?"

"If you don’t want to answer, then forget it!"

Vera Yves turned and walked to the elevator; one elevator indicated it had reached the 15th floor, while the other showed the 28th.

Rubbing her arms, Vera Yves’ slender silhouette caught Winston Valentine’s casual glance, "She entered the left elevator."

Pressing the elevator button, Vera Yves glanced at him, "Thanks."

Winston Valentine did not respond further.

"Ding!" The elevator doors opened.

Vera Yves stepped inside.

Seeing the elevator doors closed slowly, Winston Valentine straightened up, adjusting his clothes. Indeed, he deserved more than a mere "thank you."

Watching the elevator ascend, Vera Yves thought to call Zoe, and the call connected quickly, "Vera, I’m busy right now, I’ll call you back later!"

Before Vera Yves could say a word, Zoe hung up.

The elevator door opened immediately after that, and Vera Yves stepped out intending to call her again, but she saw Miles Monroe emerging from a room, dressed formally without a mask, clearly not here for the ball.

In his arms, carrying a woman horizontally, she wore his coat over a white evening dress—if it wasn’t Jane Shea, who could it be?