Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too Chapter 100: You Made Her Leave With Nothing?

He was wearing a black shirt, leaning against the window, with a cigarette that was mostly burned down between his fingers.

"Winston, everyone’s here. We’re just waiting for you." Cecilia Vaughn ca down from the stairs, walked over to him, the cold wind making her shiver.

Winston Valentine put out the cigarette and went upstairs with her, as if the look earlier was just Vera Yves’s illusion.

So people also noticed Winston Valentine and Cecilia Vaughn and spoke quietly.

"I heard tonight is a Valentine family gathering. I just saw several mbers of The Valentine Family; it seems they are discussing soone’s marriage."

"Who else could it be?" soone chid in, "I heard Winston Valentine is deeply in love with the sixth lady, that’s why he divorced. The divorce reportedly made Old Mrs. Valentine faint with anger."

"I heard that Tristan Valentine directly revoked his position. I ran into Warren Valentine a few days ago; it looks like changes are happening in The Valentine Family!"

"Oh, Tristan Valentine has only one biological son. Will the group be entrusted to others? It’s just a show to appease those old foxes under him."

Miles Monroe turned to Vera Yves, "Want to move to another place?"

Vera Yves shook her head, too tired to bother.

In the end, the two chose a booth in the hall, and Miles Monroe ordered a lot of dishes.

Vera Yves gazed absentmindedly at the street scene outside the window.

"Their new dishes are pretty good. You should try them all."

Vera Yves withdrew her gaze, "I just want noodles."

Miles Monroe suddenly rembered sothing and said regretfully, "I forgot. You said the noodles I cook are the best in the world. Had I known, I wouldn’t have co out."

Vera Yves looked at him helplessly, "You know I didn’t an it that way."

"Since we’ve ordered, do a favor and try so."

Vera Yves was truly hungry; she had been so busy she skipped lunch.

Once the food was served, she began to eat silently.

Miles Monroe ate slowly; his gaze fell on her cheeks stuffed full, feeling sowhat relieved. Slowly, he’ll bring back the carefree Vera Yves.

Vera Yves drank water, having almost finished eating.

Her phone rang — a WeChat ssage from Linda Young: "Check the hot search."

Vera Yves opened Weibo and saw the trending topic "Stylist Apologizes."

The stylist who styled Vera Yves posted on Weibo detailing the situation: Mrs. Yves had set her sights on this outfit, wanting to buy it at a hefty price through him.

Coincidentally, Jane Shea also approached him for the dress, so he rented it from the brand under Shea’s na and sold a replica to Mrs. Yves.

He also posted transfer records and WeChat chat screenshots.

The internet exploded again.

"Publicly admitting counterfeit sales, does he want to end up behind bars?"

"One buys, the other borrows. Can’t understand how Jane Shea’s fans can brag?"

"I’ve always said, Jane Shea’s family is quite poor. No matter how high she stands now, her perspective is just that small!"

"There aren’t many dostic female stars who can borrow it, right? Just wearing it once, why would soone buy it?"

"Do you think people buy them to wear multiple tis? She was once Mrs. Valentine, attending banquets every day without repeating outfits!"

"You said it — ’once’!"

"A starved cal is still bigger than a horse. Look at her appearance and figure; she surpasses Jane Shea even in knockoffs, doesn’t she?"

"No matter how perfectly Jane Shea is packaged, she lacks the inherent noble charm that a lady from a prestigious family like Vera Yves exudes!"

Vera Yves set her phone aside; people online can praise you to the heavens but stomp you down harshly when they want.

"Would you like dessert?"

Vera Yves snapped back to reality and shook her head.

"Today, Jane Shea called ."

Miles Monroe’s smile faded significantly, "What did she say to you?"

Vera Yves thought for a mont, summarizing earnestly, "Staking her claim."

Miles Monroe frowned, "Vera Yves, it doesn’t matter what she said to you, it doesn’t matter. I ended things with her long ago."

"It really doesn’t matter." Vera Yves looked at Miles Monroe, "Because I never thought of being with you."

Miles Monroe was silent for a while and then got up, naturally touching her face, "I’ll go pay the bill. Put on your coat and wait for at the door."

His actions were swift, and Vera Yves thought it was her imagination.

She put on her down jacket and walked to the hall, where soone suddenly called out to her, "Vera!"

Vera Yves turned around to see Old Mrs. Valentine descending the stairs, surrounded by a crowd; the Valentine Family was well-represented, clearly discussing marriages.

Old Mrs. Valentine pushed aside Winston Valentine, who was helping her, walked up a few steps, and held Vera Yves’s hand, "Child, why don’t you answer grandma’s calls?"

Seeing everyone’s gaze on her, Vera Yves smiled politely, "Maybe I missed it."

Old Mrs. Valentine didn’t mind her indifference, holding her hand tightly, refusing to let her pull away, "Even if you divorced that bastard, you can’t sever ties with grandma!"

"Grandma!" Stella Valentine stepped forward, clutching the old lady’s arm, "Don’t you know, after divorcing my third brother, she’s been busy! Sotis she’s with a young hunk, sotis with Miles Monroe..."

"Shut up!"

Old Mrs. Valentine, full of energy, yanked her arm back, eyes filled with disdain for Stella Valentine, glancing at Winston Valentine, "Vera is such a good girl, do you think everyone is as blind as your third brother, not seeing?"

Cecilia Vaughn gritted her teeth.

Samantha Warren stepped forward, "Mom, the car’s here. Let’s go."

Old Mrs. Valentine looked at her with disdain, "If you’re in a rush, go ahead. I rarely see Vera and want to spend so more ti with her."

Samantha Warren said nothing more.

"What’s good about her? After leaving my third brother, she can’t even afford a dress, wearing knockoffs! Isn’t this embarrassing?"

Old Mrs. Valentine felt for Vera Yves, then glared fiercely at Winston Valentine.

"You had an affair and divorced, didn’t even leave the marital ho to Vera Yves. Now she can’t even afford a dress! Are you making her leave with nothing?"

Cecilia Vaughn looked at Winston Valentine with shock — he didn’t give the house to Vera Yves? Then why did he let her live in another villa?

Winston Valentine approached the old lady, "Grandma, it’s my fault."

"Slap!"

A slap landed, stunning everyone.

Old Mrs. Valentine wore a stern face, "How do I have such a reckless grandson?"

Winston Valentine didn’t care about the slap; his gaze fell on Vera Yves’s face, trying to find any emotion beyond shock.

Vera Yves finally managed to pull her hand back; though unsure why he didn’t explain, she didn’t let the misunderstanding continue with the old lady, "He didn’t make leave with nothing."

Old Mrs. Valentine clearly didn’t believe it, looking at her apologetically, "Vera, when you have ti, co visit grandma, alright?"

Vera Yves glanced at her expectant eyes, recalling the care she’d received from the old lady over the past three years, her heart softened, thinking saying sothing to comfort her might be good...

"Vera."

Miles Monroe approached her, naturally taking her hand and smilingly greeted The Valentine Family, "Vera and I have sothing to do. We’ll be leaving now."

Miles Monroe, holding Vera Yves’s hand and the takeout dessert, walked out of the hall under everyone’s gaze.