Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too

Chapter 159: I’ll Listen to You

Looking at Miles standing outside the door, Vera Yves thought of Zoe’s words and then glanced at his clearly not-so-good complexion. Vera ushered him in.

Vera brewed him a pot of tea.

Miles sat in the chair, his gaze falling on her somewhat thin cheeks, "Vera, I’m here today hoping you can visit Grandpa."

"What’s wrong with Grandpa Monroe?"

"Ever since the wedding was called off, he hasn’t wanted to see me and hasn’t been eating properly, fussing about and ended up putting himself in the hospital." Miles’s voice carried a hint of helplessness. "I hope you can persuade him."

After the engagement was annulled, Old Master Monroe had called her several times wanting to see her, but she had refused. Hearing he was hospitalized, Vera felt somewhat guilty.

"Send me Grandpa Monroe’s bed number, and I’ll find time to visit him."

Miles said softly, "So, could you take my contact out of the blacklist?"

Vera was taken aback, "I’ll ask Zoe."

Looking at her distant demeanor, Miles felt a bit of heartache, "Vera, are you really planning to never have anything to do with me again?"

Vera touched the teacup, self-mockingly said, "At least... for now, I can’t interact with you as I did before."

Miles gazed at her gently, "I was too impatient."

Vera didn’t respond, wanting to tell him not to work himself to exhaustion, yet felt she had no standing to do so.

The two of them drank a cup of tea in silence.

Miles stood up, "I’ll be going now."

Vera also stood, escorting him to the clinic door.

Turning back to look at her, Miles asked, "Aren’t you afraid of living here alone?"

Vera shook her head; if it wasn’t for Winston Valentine intentionally scaring her, she really wouldn’t be afraid.

"Lock the doors and windows at night," Miles softly instructed, "and... keep your distance from Winston. He doesn’t have good intentions toward you."

"That’s none of your business, it seems."

Miles’s gaze dimmed a bit, "Vera, do you still... like him?"

Vera pursed her lips, "That also seems to be none of your business."

Miles let out a helpless laugh.

Seeing his complexion grow paler again, Vera couldn’t help but say, "Your health is your own, if you ruin it, no one can pay it back to you."

Miles’s eyes brightened a little, leaning closer to her, "Hmm, I’ll listen to you."

Vera avoided his gaze.

Miles took another longing look at her before finally leaving the clinic.

Vera called Zoe, who was at the hospital keeping Grandpa Monroe company, and promptly sent her the room number, while also teasing, "The old man’s going on a hunger strike at this age, so childish."

Hearing this, Old Master Monroe picked up a pillow to throw at her, and Zoe quickly dodged.

After hanging up, Zoe said helplessly, "My cousin’s ploy of self-harm didn’t work, do you think this one will?"

"Don’t mention that unfilial grandson to me!"

Zoe clicked her tongue, "As spirited as you are, how can anyone pity you?"

Lying in the hospital bed, Old Master Monroe let out a snort, "Is Vera really coming to see me?"

Zoe nodded.

"I knew it; Vera’s a kind-hearted girl." Old Master Monroe sighed, "It’s a pity that good-for-nothing, letting a sure thing slip away!"

Zoe cleaned her ears out, enduring the Old Master’s half-hour scolding of Miles. Finally, when he was too tired to continue, she took a moment of peace, but her phone began ringing nonstop.

Gazing at the name "Theodore Xavier," Zoe didn’t feel like answering.

Though she had drunk too much, it didn’t mean she lost her memory. She was indeed a bit impulsive, but his words weren’t pleasant either. Words once spoken are like water spilled; he said breakup, so it was a breakup.

Besides, that "smiling tiger" Theodore wouldn’t be calling to reconcile.

Vera had planned to visit Grandpa Monroe at the hospital in the afternoon, but as soon as she stepped out, she ran into Winston Valentine.

Winston blocked her way, "You need to accompany me to a banquet tonight."

"Based on what?"

"This banquet is important to me; I don’t want to faint."

"Winston, your health has recovered well, you won’t faint anytime, anywhere anymore."

"Can you guarantee I won’t faint?"

Vera couldn’t guarantee it, despite the odds being slim.

"I can stay on call outside the banquet hall."

Winston frowned, "With so many people in the hall, by the time you reach me, I might already be cold."

Vera couldn’t help saying, "At most, you’ll just be in shock for a while; isn’t that exaggerated."

"If I remain in shock too long and become foolish, will you take responsibility?"

Knowing this man was holding her weakness against her, Vera had no choice but to resignedly get in the car with him.

Winston took her to her usual styling studio. The staff there were familiar with Vera and exchanged gossip-filled glances seeing her arrive with Winston.

Winston wasn’t he recently humiliated at his engagement party?

Then why is he with his ex-wife again? Are they going to remarry?

Vera casually chose an evening gown, and the staff began to style her, flattering her while subtly inquiring about her relationship with Winston.

Vera had no intention of satisfying their gossip, saying nothing.

Winston chose a tuxedo matching Vera’s gown, further solidifying the belief that the two were reconciling.

Once at the banquet hall, Vera entered a step ahead of Winston, trying to disassociate from him.

Vera glanced around swiftly, realizing it was a business banquet with many commercial elites.

Hoping to find a quiet corner to get some food—having been dragged out in the afternoon without eating—she was quickly approached by someone greeting her warmly in broken Chinese.

"Mrs. Valentine, why aren’t you with President Valentine?"

Turning her head, Vera saw a foreign couple, international partners of the Valentine Group, whom she had dined with alongside Winston during her time as Mrs. Valentine.

As Vera was about to explain, Winston had already reached her side, naturally placing his arm around her waist, "Why are you sneaking food here? Didn’t I tell you to stay by my side and not wander off?"

Winston’s tone was indulgent, "Hurry and greet Mr. Bert and his wife."

Vera tried to push Winston’s hand away, but he held her tighter, apologetically telling the couple in English, "Sorry, we had a little argument on the way, and she’s pouting."

Dissatisfied, Vera replied in English, "What’s gotten into you? We’re no longer related!"

"President, you should coax Mrs. Valentine first; we can talk later."

The couple viewed it as mere marital banter, chuckling as they left.

Vera looked at him displeased, "Why won’t you let me explain that we’re divorced?"

"No need," said Winston in a low voice, "We barely see them once a year; explaining is a hassle."

Vera scoffed, "What’s the hassle? Are you afraid they’ll know you had an affair while married?"

Winston moved closer, looking into her eyes, "Vera, I didn’t cheat."