Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 144: Is My Life Only Worth Three Times?
Is this a dream? Otherwise, why would he be sitting beside her in pajamas, soothing her so gently at this moment?
Winston Valentine was stunned by her kiss.
Vera Yves sat on his lap, focusing on kissing his lips as if savoring a delicious dessert.
Winston quickly reacted, clasped the back of her neck, and deepened the kiss.
With one hand, he lifted her up; kissing her as he carried her into the bedroom.
Falling onto the soft bed, the man leaned over her, his fiery kisses trailing downward. Vera raised her head, finding it difficult to breathe.
Clothes fell to the ground, and Vera, feeling uncomfortable, let out a soft moan, "Miles..."
All his passion was instantly extinguished.
Winston clasped her chin, "Vera, open your eyes and see who I am!"
The pain on her chin sobered her up a little.
Vera looked at him in confusion.
Winston restrained the urge to strangle her, "Who did you think you were kissing just now?"
Before Vera could speak, his lips sealed hers again, a punitive kiss that made Vera entirely sober. She pushed the man on top of her hard.
Winston clamped her wrists, noticing that her hands were trembling slightly.
Vera momentarily forgot to resist.
Winston sensed her lack of resistance and released her lips, "Vera?"
Vera seemed to finally come to her senses; she looked at Winston, with no emotion in her eyes, "Winston Valentine, what do you really want?"
"What do you think I want?"
Vera reached out and touched the back of his neck, faintly feeling the scar, "Does it still hurt?"
Winston held her hand, "Asking now, don’t you think it’s a bit late?"
Vera pushed him away, sat up, and fished out a box from the drawer, something Linda Young had bought for her. She wanted to throw it away but didn’t, eventually bringing it back to her apartment and leaving it on the bedside table.
She tossed the box to Winston, looking at him with cold eyes, "After tonight, we’ll be even."
Winston looked at the object tossed on the bed; something was on the bedside table, and pajamas were in the bathroom... The two of them had clearly been living together.
The bitterness spread through his chest; he was no longer anything to her and had no right to be jealous.
Winston picked up the box, toyed with it in his hands, and mocked, "Vera, are you overestimating yourself? Three times in exchange for my life?"
"Yeah, I don’t get it either. You’ve already slept with me; why insist on hanging around?" Vera sneered, "Besides this body, I don’t know what else you could want?"
Winston looked at her reddened eyes, then turned his gaze away, "I’m not interested in sleeping with you on sheets where you’ve already been with someone else."
Vera lay back down on the bed, "Then you can leave now, I’m tired."
Winston got off the bed, picked up the clothes on the floor, and walked out directly.
Vera closed her eyes, with tears silently falling, her stomach tensing painfully. She bit her hand, telling herself that it would pass if she could bear it.
Yet his departing figure kept flashing in her mind.
She thought of that time when she heard the news and desperately rushed to the airport, but couldn’t find him in the bustling crowd.
"Ring ring ring!"
The doorbell rang, and Vera didn’t want to respond, pulling the covers over her head.
The doorbell continued to ring.
Vera, annoyed and unsettled, thought of Winston who had just left the room, quickly threw off the covers, straightened her clothes, and walked out.
As she reached the living room, she saw Winston opening the door.
Winston was just wearing pajama pants, bare-chested.
Outside the door, Miles was still in his wedding attire, looking tired, his expression changing the moment he saw Winston, "Why are you here?"
Winston leaned against the doorframe and let out a cold laugh, "It’s half-past one in the middle of the night, what do you think I’m doing here?"
"Bang!" A punch landed on his face.
Winston staggered back a step from the hit.
Vera, worrying about Winston’s head wound, hurried over and stood in front of him, "Miles, what right do you have to hit someone? We have nothing to do with each other anymore!"
Seeing Vera, Miles calmed down, "Vera, I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have left you alone, I..."
"I told you, once you leave, don’t ever come looking for me again."
Vera looked at him, her expression calm, "Besides... as you can see, I just... had relations with him. I’m not looking back."
The air seemed to quiet down.
After a long while, Miles’s hoarse voice asked, "Are you clear-headed?"
Vera looked into his eyes, "I’m very clear-headed; the one who’s not is you, Miles. Since you’ve already made your choice, why come looking for me again?"
"Vera, can’t you forgive me?"
"I can forgive you, but I never want to see you again." After Vera spoke, she closed the door, turning her back to him and holding back her tears.
Winston wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Using me? Vera, who gave you the guts?"
Vera didn’t respond, tired, she returned to the room.
That night, she slept for a long time, until hunger woke her.
After getting up, Vera cooked a bowl of noodles when Hannah Hayes and Harry Yves arrived at her apartment.
Harry hesitated to speak, "Vera, this morning Miles went to The Yves Family. He said the reason he left the wedding is because..."
"Dad, I have nothing to do with him anymore." Vera interrupted him, "As for breaking off the engagement, could you and mom handle it for me? It’s best to return the betrothal gifts as they were."
Hannah huffed, "Even if he had his difficulties, breaking off the engagement is just that! How could he do that to our Vera? Walking away in front of so many people! The Monroe Family lacks virtue; why should we return all the betrothal gifts?"
Vera looked somewhat fatigued, "Mom, I don’t want any more entanglements with The Monroe Family. If you don’t help me return them, I’ll return them myself."
"Are you stupid? Why let The Monroe Family off so easily? Your reputation is damaged, and it’s good we’re not asking them for emotional damage compensation!"
Hannah was still nagging away, but Vera couldn’t make out the words. After finishing her noodles, her stomach finally felt better.
Thinking of something, Vera found her phone, plugged it in to charge, and then turned it on.
Miles Monroe had called her many times and sent many messages; Vera didn’t open them and directly blocked his contact.
Zoe Monroe and Linda Young had also called her multiple times.
Vera didn’t respond to Zoe but called Linda and asked her to help put her house up for sale online.
That afternoon, Vera packed her belongings and moved to Linda’s house.
Linda’s phone rang several times, and she walked to the balcony to take the call, glancing towards Vera reflexively.
Vera took two bottles of wine from Linda’s wine cabinet, just opened the cork, and her phone rang; it was a call from Walter Lowell, which Vera answered.
"Miss Yves, President Valentine’s current situation is not good; could you please come to the villa?"
