Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too Chapter 196: No Taste for Self-Torment

Vera Yves’ collarbone still ached from the bite mark, she couldn’t help but tease him, "Winston Valentine, is this what you ant by taking a hundred steps towards ?"

Winston Valentine looked sowhat awkward, "Who told you to annoy with another man?"

"That night I was in a bad mood, drank a lot, and don’t even rember eting him." Vera’s voice carried a hint of helplessness, "I wasn’t drinking because of him either."

"Then what was it for?"

Vera stayed silent for a mont. Even though she knew she might not be a daughter of The Yves Family, she still hadn’t decided whether to confirm it.

"I’m supposed to shoot a docuntary, perhaps the pressure is getting to ."

"Then why did you vomit when I kissed you?"

Vera gave him a look as if he were an idiot, "I had too much to drink as it was, vomiting is pretty normal, isn’t it?"

"Not because you’re disgusted by ?"

Vera stiffened her small face, "I wouldn’t sleep with a man who disgusts , I don’t have a self-sabotaging hobby."

Winston rembered the agonizing eight days he spent, clearly furious inside, but after one glance at her at the party, he foolishly ran to her to make peace, feeling a mix of complex emotions.

He couldn’t help but touch her lips, lowered his head wanting to kiss her, but Vera avoided it, "Haven’t you disgusted enough yet?"

Seeing all the cigarette butts scattered on the ground, Winston felt a bit sheepish, "I’ll go brush my teeth."

Winston went to the bathroom, took a sniff of his clothes, reeked of smoke, so he simply removed all of them and took a shower.

Vera cleaned up the floor, then lay sideways on the bed with her clothes on.

Soone ca up to her, hugged her from behind, Vera pushed him away, sat up, "We’ve addressed my issues, now let’s discuss yours..."

Noticing he was only in his underwear, Vera’s cheeks flushed red, "Go put on so clothes."

"Didn’t you say it slled?"

Vera glared at him irritably, "Who said you could lie on my bed?"

Winston pulled a corner of the blanket over his abs, "I’m cold."

"If you’re cold, go find your dance partner, she might be more than happy to keep you warm."

"Jealous?"

"Not my style, just brought back so unpleasant images." Vera chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Winston Valentine, you sure know how to remind of how nasty you used to be."

Winston was silent for a while, "Back then, it was love I didn’t recognize, and I was provoked."

"You used to suspect I had feelings for him, so you tortured at will." Vera looked at him coolly, "And now? Can you truly not mind?"

Winston pulled her over, pinning her down beneath him, "Even if I mind, what can I do? You know too well, I can’t bear to move even a finger against you, now all I can do is torture myself."

Vera stroked his face, and as he ca in for a kiss, she calmly said, "My period’s here, you can leave now."

Winston, infuriated, gave her a quick peck, one was not enough, so he kissed her several more tis until both were out of breath, then he pulled her into his arms.

He placed a hand gently on her flat stomach, "Does it hurt?"

"I’ve managed it, it doesn’t really hurt."

"Why were you at the party today?"

"Your mom sought out." Vera said steadily, "Wanted to see how perfect you and another woman look together, hoping I’d back off."

"It’s just a regular social eting with that woman." Winston indignantly whispered in her ear, "You can’t bla for your refusal to define our relationship."

Vera sneered, "You seed quite happy dancing with her."

Winston kissed her ear, "That was just a facade, Vera Yves, you’re adorable when you’re jealous."

Vera closed her eyes, "You’re really boring."

The next morning, Winston left Vera’s room only to run into Hannah Hayes, a trace of awkwardness lingered in the air.

Both headed to the adjacent lounge on the first floor.

"President Valentine, are you treating our ho like a hotel?"

Winston remained sincere, "Wherever Vera is, that is my ho."

Hannah Hayes brushed off the goosebumps on her arms, "Mark’s run away from ho over that ex-girlfriend for days now, if you want to be his brother-in-law, help find him."

"Don’t worry, I’ll bring him back to you as soon as possible."

Hearing this, Hannah felt half relieved, "Next ti you want to see Vera, use the front door, don’t keep sneaking around at night like a thief, I thought our house got broken into."

Winston showed a hint of embarrassnt.

"Breakfast should be ready soon, why don’t you eat before you go?"

They couldn’t let him help for nothing.

Winston nodded, thinking of Vera’s unusual behavior, he casually ntioned, "Mrs. Yves, a few days ago Vera suddenly showed a family picture and asked who she resembled more."

A flicker of unease crossed Hannah’s face, "She resembles her grandmother."

As they walked out of the lounge, Hannah recalled Vera’s recent queries and rembered how Mark seed to have ntioned his blood type in front of the ER.

The more Hannah thought about it, the more alard she beca, did Vera notice sothing? If only she’d altered hers to type B back then.

After getting up, Vera went to the Hillside Villa.

Tristan Valentine wasn’t there, a maid took Vera upstairs, Cleo Sutton was sitting on the terrace on the second floor, wrapped in a blanket, gazing into the distance, looking so fragile as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

She seed to have gotten even thinner.

Vera approached Cleo Sutton, following her gaze, and saw an enormous tree outside; new buds sprouting on its bare branches.

A few birds perched on the branches.

"Are you watching the tree or the birds?"

Upon hearing Vera’s voice, Cleo Sutton ca back to her senses, she smiled, "I’m suddenly a bit envious of these birds, able to fly wherever they want, it’s so free."

Vera also smiled, "I thought you were looking at the tree, as long as the roots are there, even if the leaves wither, they can grow again, life is so miraculous, sotis if we believe, miracles happen."

Cleo Sutton looked at her warmly, "Dr. Yves, you’re here ten minutes earlier than usual today, is it to comfort ?"

"I was just curious whether you’re taking your dicine on ti? Why have you lost so much weight suddenly?" Vera looked grave, "This way people might start questioning my dical skills."

"Sorry..." Cleo Sutton apologized remorsefully, "I’ve been in a bad mood lately."

Vera pushed her back to the room, "Lose any more weight and you won’t look good in a wedding dress."

"I’ve been pondering a lot these days." Cleo Sutton smiled wryly, "It was too easy for Rhea to accept as her mother back then, I didn’t even doubt it."

"Dr. Yves, if it were you, would you be willing to acknowledge as your biological mother?"

Who would want to be the daughter of a mistress?

Unable to be by her side growing up, and now given an unsavory identity.

Vera was taken aback, if it were before, she wouldn’t have much of an emotional reaction, but now... she could empathize.

Looking at Cleo Sutton’s withered and thin form from illness, Vera suddenly asked, "Why are you seeking her out?"