Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 165: You’re Clearly the One Who Panicked
Vera Yves was also pulled to the ground. She didn’t care about the pain, wanting to see Winston Valentine’s condition, but the rope was tied so tightly she couldn’t move.
The room fell into silence.
Vera’s voice trembled, "Winston, how are you?"
No one answered.
People from outside burst in quickly and untied Vera’s ropes.
Vera pushed people away, looking at the man lying in a pool of blood, the blood staining his chest red. Vera trembled as she patted his cheek, "Winston, wake up. Please don’t scare me, okay?"
The man’s eyelashes fluttered.
Vera wiped the tears from her cheeks, wanting to help him stop the bleeding. Winston held her hand weakly and asked, "Vera, was it me that came? Are you disappointed?"
Vera shook her head, her voice hoarse, "No."
Winston raised his other hand, gently wiping the tears from her cheeks, "If... I survive this, can we start over?"
Vera hesitated, looking at him, at the blood on his chest, remembering how he knelt on the ground earlier, for the first time feeling shaken.
"I’ll help you stop the bleeding first."
Winston held her hand tightly, not letting her move, with a pleading tone, "Please?"
Vera met his desperate gaze and finally nodded.
Winston finally let go of her hand. Vera unbuttoned his shirt, wiped his chest, afraid she’d seen wrong, wiped it again—where were the gunshot wounds on his smooth chest?
"Winston, you tricked me!"
Winston held her hand tight, "The wound’s on my arm, the blood is Luke’s."
Vera pulled her hand away forcefully, unsatisfied, and then punched his chest.
Winston coughed twice, as Vera stood up, walked out, and ran into a group of people before falling into a warm embrace.
"Vera, I’m sorry, I came late."
He hugged her so tightly that Vera’s nose felt a bit sore, unable to push away, "Miles, you’re hugging me too tightly."
Miles Monroe then released her and draped his coat over her shoulders, "Vera, are you hurt anywhere?"
Vera shook her head.
The next second, someone placed a hand on her shoulder, "My girlfriend doesn’t need Counselor Monroe’s concern."
Miles heard this and was a bit surprised.
Vera, with a blank look, pushed his hand away.
Winston sharply inhaled from pain, and Vera urgently looked at him, "Is your arm really hurt?"
Winston gritted his teeth, "I won’t die."
After that, he tossed the coat that was on her to Miles, and then draped his own coat over her, holding her hand, "Will you come to the hospital with me to bandage the wound?"
The wound on his arm was only a scrape, not serious.
Vera pulled her hand back, looking at Miles, "I’ll go to the hospital with him first, and thank you for rushing over."
Miles watched her with concern, "Vera, do you want to rest for a bit first?"
Vera shook her head, "I’m fine."
Miles handed his phone to her, "Yates found it in the restaurant washroom."
Vera took it, thanked him, and then got into the car with Winston.
Watching the two figures disappear into the night, Miles’ eyes dimmed a bit. So that’s how it felt back then, seeing him with Jane Shea. Was her heart this hurt?
After accompanying Winston through the wound treatment, the tense string in Vera’s heart finally relaxed, and only then did she belatedly feel frightened.
Luke Shaw’s two accomplices were also taken to the hospital, one with a bullet to the heart—no signs of life, the other still being resuscitated. Luke was shot in the chest, also in resuscitation.
Winston took her to a clinic, "Do you want me to stay with you tonight?"
Vera didn’t refuse; her sense of security was frighteningly fragile at the moment.
Vera took a bath; Winston waited in the lounge with ointment.
Vera looked in the mirror and realized she had several bruises on her face, not sure when they appeared.
Thinking about his hand, she went to take the ointment, "I can do it myself."
Winston dodged her hand, "It’s just a small thing, I can handle it."
Vera looked at his calm expression but couldn’t help saying, "Winston, are you deliberately playing the victim in front of me?"
"Only if I had a real tragedy to sell."
Vera didn’t want to deal with him anymore.
Winston’s right hand shook holding the cotton swab, so he had to use his fingertip to apply the ointment.
As he applied it, his fingertip moved to Vera’s lips, and the air around them seemed to quiet down a lot.
"What you promised me, does it still count?"
Vera avoided his hand, "Don’t you know, what’s gained through lies are just lies themselves."
"Vera, I didn’t lie." Winston approached her, his voice hoarse, "It’s clearly you who panicked."
Vera couldn’t argue; he indeed didn’t lie, she was indeed flustered. Even now, thinking back, she still felt uneasy, if Luke hadn’t been distracted by her, if Winston hadn’t tackled him.
Or if Luke’s shot had really hit his heart.
"I’m tired." Vera lay down on the bed, pulled the quilt over herself, and turned away from him, "Sleep on the single bed in the clinic."
"Vera, avoiding it doesn’t solve anything."
Vera covered her head with the quilt, too lazy to listen anymore.
The next morning, Hannah Hayes delivered breakfast to the clinic, thinking she was seeing wrong seeing Winston there. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
Winston greeted her politely, "Good morning, Mrs. Yves."
Hannah felt far from good. She walked into the lounge, pulling Vera out of bed, "Why is Winston here?"
Vera didn’t want Hannah to know she was kidnapped last night or worry, she casually replied, "He came to see a doctor."
"Do you think I’m a fool?" Hannah lowered her voice, "You two haven’t rekindled your past feelings, have you?"
Vera paused in silence, for the first time not denying it.
"I warn you, even if I have to support you forever, I will never allow you remarry him!"
"Don’t worry, I won’t remarry him." Vera lost the mood for sleep as well.
Walter Lowell delivered the bought breakfast to the clinic, seeing Winston and Hannah sitting in the living room chairs.
Winston wasn’t used to sleeping on a single bed and with his arm wound in pain, he hadn’t rested well, looking listless.
Hannah saw him like this and thought he had overindulged last night, taking advantage of Vera. She wished her gaze could turn into knives and shred him.
Vera finished washing up when her phone chimed with a news alert—"Jane Shea Announces Relationship."
Vera’s gaze paused for a moment, then she clicked into the news. Early this morning, Jane posted on Weibo—"The best love is that after all twists and turns, he’s always been there."
The picture was of them holding hands.
Jane replied to a fan below: Last night, I had acute gastroenteritis, he stayed with me through the night.
Vera looked at that photo, her eyes slightly wet, she had held his hand many times, how could she not recognize it.
