Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too Chapter 193: So Many Choices

Vera Yves instinctively hid the report behind the box and smiled, saying, "You and Dad should have another check-up this year. I’m looking at what you did last year."

"It’s the sa few things every year, isn’t it?" Hannah Hayes walked into the study, "These old check-up reports are useless now, find so ti to deal with them."

Vera Yves nodded, "Weren’t you going to play mahjong?"

"Aunt Abbott had sothing co up at the last minute, so we couldn’t get a fourth, and the ga fell apart."

Vera Yves picked up the box and placed it aside. Seeing Hannah Hayes turn around, she hesitated and slipped the report into her clothes pocket.

Hannah Hayes paused, "By the way, find so ti to ask Mark’s friends where he is. Try to let him know the issue is resolved and tell him to co back quickly."

Vera Yves responded with a nod.

Back in her room, Vera Yves finally let out a sigh of relief as she stared at the report she had crumpled, unable to co back to her senses for a long ti.

The sunlight clearly fell on her, yet she felt increasingly cold.

Could her 28 years of life have been all a lie?

Who exactly is she?

The phone ringing interrupted her thoughts. Vera Yves patted her cheeks and answered.

Zoe Monroe’s cheerful voice ca through, "Vera, I’m finally free. Let’s go out for drinks tonight, and we won’t leave until we’re drunk. How about it?"

Before Vera Yves could speak, she added, "Don’t refuse , my spirit is very fragile."

Vera Yves could only agree and took the opportunity to call Linda Young.

In the evening, the three of them gathered at Monarch.

Zoe Monroe saw Linda Young and looked displeased, "We’re supposed to be having a date, why’d you bring a third wheel?"

Linda Young clicked her tongue, "If we’re talking about a third wheel, it’s you. I’m Vera’s best friend."

Zoe Monroe hugged Vera Yves, looking aggrievedly, "Vera, tell , who’s your best friend?"

Vera Yves seed to co to her senses and smiled, "Good friends don’t have to be just one."

"Best friend can only be one!" Zoe Monroe stated righteously, "Hurry up and choose one."

Why does life have so many choices?

Vera Yves picked up the glass and drank half of it in one go, Linda Young looked at her concernedly, "Feeling down?"

Vera Yves swirled her glass and suddenly asked them, "If one day I’m not Vera Yves, would you still want to be friends with ?"

Zoe Monroe touched her forehead, "You are Vera Yves. If you’re not Vera Yves, who else would you be?"

Linda Young said nonchalantly, "The na is just a code. I’m friends with you, not the na ’Vera Yves’."

Vera Yves told herself, as long as she pretends not to know, it’s as if nothing has happened.

It doesn’t matter who brought her into this world, right?

"Lately, my mom has been setting up on blind dates every day." Zoe Monroe complained, "She’s practically trying to marry off by tomorrow. Am I really that botherso?"

Linda Young glanced at her, "You are quite annoying indeed."

Zoe Monroe pretended to grab Linda Young, who quickly dodged, the two of them ended up in a playful fight.

Vera Yves finished her drink and poured another.

After a while, Zoe Monroe sat up straight, "If I wanted to get married, I wouldn’t need blind dates. People who want to marry could form a line all the way to Fravence."

Linda Young said sowhat absent-mindedly, "You don’t understand. Before these blind dates, your mom already did the research. These people are suitable matches for you. If you’re willing, you can get married at any ti. As for those you find yourself, how many are really suitable for marriage?"

Zoe Monroe put an arm around her shoulder, "Huh, didn’t expect your thinking to be as old-fashioned as my mom’s."

"It’s not old-fashioned, just the harshness of reality." Linda Young smiled, "Sotis you can’t have both love and bread."

Zoe Monroe looked at her with gossiping eyes, "What kind of harsh reality are you talking about? Tell ."

Linda Young drank a glass of wine, "Cheesy drama plots from the 8 PM soap operas, better left unsaid."

"You really are boring."

Zoe Monroe also picked up her glass, took a sip of wine.

Before ten, the three of them were already drunk. Zoe Monroe looked at the empty bottle by Vera Yves’ hand and nudged Linda Young, "Why did Vera drink so much?"

Linda Young had been drinking quite a bit too, blinked, "Is it a lot?"

After saying that, she too slumped over the table.

The phone rang, Zoe Monroe looked, it was Vera Yves’ phone.

Seeing Winston Valentine’s na, Zoe Monroe rolled her eyes disdainfully, but still answered, "Vera is at Monarch, she’s drunk, co pick her up."

"How much did she drink?"

"I don’t know either."

"Room number"

After Zoe Monroe gave the information, she hung up the phone. Then the phone rang again, Zoe Monroe looked at Linda Young’s phone, caller ID said—Zombie.

Intoxicated, Zoe Monroe thought to herself, is there anyone with the surna Zombie?

Connected the call, a man’s restrained voice ca through, "Where are you? I’m coming to find you."

"Linda Young is drunk." Zoe Monroe touched her chin, "Who are you?"

The other side was silent for a mont, "Her boyfriend, location."

Zoe Monroe gave the address and hung up, glancing at Linda Young, thinking, her boyfriend’s na sure is unique.

Zoe Monroe took out her phone to call Matthew Monroe, but no one answered, she then called Miles Monroe.

Miles Monroe had just gotten off the plane and was in a car.

"Cousin, I’m drunk. Can you send soone to pick up?"

Miles Monroe rubbed his brow, "Where are you?"

"Monarch."

Miles Monroe hung up, thinking of sending his assistant over, but then considering the difference between genders, and Zoe Monroe being drunk, he instructed the driver to head to Monarch.

In the room.

Zoe Monroe drank so more out of boredom. After a while, the first person to push the door open was a stranger, who scanned the room and headed straight for Linda Young.

Zoe Monroe hadn’t expected Linda Young’s boyfriend to look quite handso despite the odd na.

Seeing him carry Linda Young to leave, Zoe Monroe’s mind cleared for a mont, "Wait, how do you prove that you are Linda Young’s boyfriend?"

The man took out his phone, lit up the screen, showing a picture of the two of them smiling sweetly together.

This woman smiles so gently? Zoe Monroe waved him off.

After waiting a while longer, Zoe Monroe’s stomach felt bloated; she wished she hadn’t drunk so much.

Soone pushed the door open, seeing it was Miles Monroe, Zoe Monroe stood up imdiately, "Cousin, wait for a bit, I’m going to the restroom."

Zoe Monroe got up, wobbled towards the door, Miles Monroe grabbed her arm, "Are you okay by yourself? Do you need to help you?"

"No, Vera is still here."

Miles Monroe looked into the room and finally noticed Vera Yves slumped over the table, evidently already too drunk.

He released his grip, Zoe Monroe quickly opened the door and left.

Miles Monroe hesitated for a mont and sat about a ter away from Vera Yves, who moved uncomfortably, her stomach feeling uneasy.

But her eyelids were heavy, refusing to open.

Miles Monroe took the coat beside her and draped it over her, looking at her flushed face due to the alcohol. Slowly, he extended his hand, hesitated, and then pulled it back.

Just silently watched her.

Vera Yves’ stomach felt worse and worse, she suddenly stood up, Miles Monroe quickly caught her, and Vera Yves’ stomach was churning, she pushed him away and vomited into the trash bin.

Miles Monroe patted her back.

After she finished, Vera Yves leaned on the sofa, Miles Monroe handed her a glass of water, "Gargle."

Vera Yves’ head was spinning, was she hallucinating? How could Miles Monroe be here?

Miles Monroe had to hold her and slowly feed her water, Vera Yves tried to avoid drinking, frowned trying to dodge, Miles Monroe held her shoulders, his voice gentle, "Vera, be good."

The room door opened, Winston Valentine walked in and imdiately saw the two leaning together.