Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 115: Old Tricks Repeated?

As Vera Yves just stepped into the private room, she heard Zoe Monroe struggling, "Let go of me!"

Following the sound, she saw Zoe being pressed down on the sofa, wrapped in a man’s coat.

The man’s face and neck were covered in scratches; it was none other than Theodore Xavier.

A girl standing nearby was crying, "Third Brother, I don’t care, you have to send her to the police station! I’m your sister, beaten like this right under your nose. Aren’t you afraid of being laughed at?"

It was then Vera Yves noticed a man sitting in the corner, Winston Valentine.

"Go ahead and send me! Anyway, my cousin has the ability to get me out! Next time we meet, I’ll beat you again!" Zoe Monroe stood ready to fight.

Theodore Xavier couldn’t help but tighten the coat around her, "Tsk, in a society ruled by law, hitting people is illegal, you understand? Don’t drink a few glasses and forget your own name."

"It was her mouth that got her into trouble!"

"Her mouth got her into trouble? You hit people and then asked them to call you dad?"

Zoe Monroe spoke boldly, "I wanted to!"

Theodore Xavier was amused by her; he laughed but the scratches on his neck and face hurt, "You’re damn sure a cat!"

Originally, he was accompanying Winston Valentine here for drinks, had just two glasses, when he saw this woman storm in and press Stella Valentine into a booth, wildly slapping Stella, demanding her to call her father.

The force was so great that Stella Valentine’s group of idle friends didn’t dare stop her.

He wanted to intervene, but Winston Valentine told him not to meddle.

He was shocked at the time, wasn’t Stella Valentine Winston’s cousin? If this continued, Winston Valentine would end up with an extra Fourth Uncle. Was this still considered meddling?

Eventually, Stella saw them and shouted, "Third Brother, help!" He had no choice but to go over and pull her off.

Apparently, this woman was already on a rampage, aimed a slap at his handsome face while muttering, "So, do you want to call me dad too?"

Unfortunately, her height didn’t allow it; in the end, she became agitated and resorted to scratching with her hands, forcing him to bind her with the coat and bring her into the private room.

Seeing Vera Yves, Stella Valentine stormed over, raising her hand to hit her, her cheeks were red and swollen, looking comically exaggerated.

Vera Yves looked at her coldly. Stella Valentine met her gaze, hesitated, and gritted her teeth.

"Stella Valentine, sit down."

Stella Valentine shot Vera Yves another angry glance before returning to the sofa.

Where Winston Valentine was sitting was dimly lit, making it impossible to see the expression on his face.

"Third Brother, are you going to help me call the cops or not? If you don’t, I’ll do it myself! I can’t just take this beating for nothing!" Stella Valentine winced with pain each time she spoke.

Earlier that day she had vomited in disgust, her father had scolded her for a good while, and her mother advised her to bear it, saying that she should attend to her grandmother properly so that she could inherit more in the future.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got; Vera Yves must have deliberately made her grandmother dislike her!

She had come to drink with friends this evening while venting about Vera Yves, but Zoe Monroe, that crazy person, had charged in from nowhere.

"Call the cops then! Even your dad looks down on you if you don’t!"

Theodore Xavier held her down, "People are about to be locked up and still aren’t behaving!"

Zoe Monroe winked at him, "You’re choking me..."

Theodore Xavier unintentionally loosened his grip a bit, only to hear her say, "Good son."

He tightened his hold on her again.

Vera Yves walked over, "Can you let her go first?"

Theodore Xavier instinctively glanced at Winston Valentine, and seeing no objection, he released her, "Be careful, she..."

Before he could finish, someone bit into his hand fiercely.

Theodore Xavier gasped in pain, but his good upbringing kept him from reacting physically. Zoe Monroe, after biting him, clung to Vera Yves’s arm, "Let’s go!"

Stella Valentine picked up her phone to call the cops, Winston Valentine glanced at her, "This little matter isn’t worth calling the police over."

Stella Valentine looked at him incredulously, "Third Brother!"

"Consider this a lesson. When you’re out, be mindful of what you say."

Vera Yves and Zoe Monroe left the private room together, Zoe Monroe still full of complaints, "If it weren’t for someone stopping me, I’d definitely make Stella Valentine call me dad!"

"How many drinks have you had?"

Zoe Monroe reeked of alcohol, her steps unsteady, she smiled, "Not many."

Vera Yves helplessly supported her, exited the bar, and helped her into the car. Suddenly, Zoe Monroe touched her pocket, "Vera, I think I lost my phone!"

Vera Yves remembered Theodore Xavier taking her call and urged her to sit down, "Wait in the car, I’ll go back and get it for you."

Zoe Monroe nodded obediently, feeling sleepy from the alcohol.

Vera Yves returned to the private room door, knocked, but got no response, so she simply pushed the door open. She found the sofa empty.

Vera Yves breathed a sigh of relief, searched for a while but couldn’t find Zoe Monroe’s phone.

Suddenly, there was a noise from the restroom within the private room.

Vera Yves looked over and saw Winston Valentine stagger out. He raised the phone in his hand, "Are you looking for this?" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Vera Yves walked over and extended her hand, Winston Valentine handed the phone to her.

"Thank you..."

Before Vera Yves could finish speaking, Winston Valentine suddenly pressed his large frame against her; she took half a step back under the pressure and instinctively pushed him away.

He was wearing only a black shirt, his scorching body heat seeped through the fabric.

Vera Yves instinctively touched his forehead; it was just as hot. He had a fever yet was still inclined to drink here.

But how was this her concern?

Winston Valentine inhaled the comforting scent from her body greedily, seeming almost to lessen the pain.

Vera Yves attempted to push him, but he wouldn’t budge, "What, trying to use the same trick twice? I warn you, if you dare do anything like that to me again, I won’t treat Old Mrs. Valentine anymore!"

Hearing this, Winston Valentine forced himself to stand up straight, Vera Yves quickly stepped back.

Winston Valentine supported himself against the wall, feeling weak, and slowly slid down to sit on the floor.

Only then did Vera Yves notice how alarmingly pale his face was, his forehead glistening with sweat, he appeared very uncomfortable.

Vera Yves hesitated for a moment before turning and walking out of the room.

Winston Valentine leaned against the wall, watching her push the door open and leave, his heart filled with bitterness.

Back then, she must have felt this hurt too, yet he left her in the deep night. What had she thought of while watching his departing figure?

Enduring the pain, Winston Valentine forced himself up out of the private room. A staff member walked over, "Sir, please bear with it a little longer, the lady just called an ambulance for you, it should arrive soon."

When Vera Yves returned to the car, Zoe Monroe was already asleep, Vera Yves draped her own coat over Zoe Monroe, then started the car.

Not far from the bar, Vera Yves spotted a familiar car parked at the entrance. Then Miles Monroe got out of the car hurriedly and went inside.

Vera Yves assumed he was there for Zoe Monroe, just as she intended to call him, she noticed Zoe Monroe’s phone still with her. He hadn’t called Zoe Monroe; who was he looking for then?