Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 162: You Have a Cruel Heart

Vera Yves snapped back to reality and said seriously, "If you really want to respect me and care for my feelings, then you should disappear from my world completely."

Winston Valentine’s movements froze for a moment. Vera tried to push him away, but to her surprise, his tall frame suddenly pressed down on her.

Vera angrily pushed him, "Winston Valentine, you’re being unreasonable again!"

However, his body was too heavy, and after pushing for a while, Vera found that he was burning up. This man wasn’t just having a cold; he was clearly running a fever!

Vera struggled to help him onto the bed in the consulting room, checked his pulse, and then administered acupuncture.

She patted his cheeks, but he still showed no signs of waking up.

She couldn’t tell if he was truly unconscious or just pretending. Recalling Melinda Shelby’s words, Vera was annoyed and suppressed the impulse to throw him out into the street.

By evening, Winston Valentine finally woke up to see Vera asleep at the desk. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

He stood up, picked her up in his arms, but with his right hand weak, he almost dropped her. Luckily, he managed to catch her with his leg, which woke Vera up.

Backing away from his embrace, Vera said coldly, "Since you’re awake, you should leave."

Sweat trickled down Winston Valentine’s forehead as he smiled wryly, "My hand hurts; can I rest a little longer?"

Vera grabbed his right hand and started massaging it.

Looking at her expressionless face, Winston Valentine’s voice turned hoarse, "Do you really want me to disappear from your world completely?"

Vera’s hands paused for a moment, "Yes."

Winston Valentine let out a self-mocking laugh, "Vera Yves, you really have a ruthless heart."

For the next week, Vera didn’t see Winston Valentine again. She organized his medical records, planning to hand them to Walter Lowell.

Yates Abbott’s article had already been published, causing a small stir.

Vera visited the cemetery, burned the article for her grandfather, and was touched by the numerous flower bouquets placed in front of his tombstone.

Yates Abbott called her, mentioning that the person in charge of the program she wanted to participate in had arranged a dinner to help everyone get acquainted.

Yates accompanied her to the dinner, along with the director, screenwriter, and about ten guests.

Everyone was quite surprised to see Vera, and Yates introduced her with a smile.

"Didn’t expect Miss Yves to be so young and beautiful," someone praised. "Now our program’s viewership is guaranteed."

Vera smiled politely, "Most viewers of this program are traditional Chinese medicine enthusiasts. It’s the professional knowledge that truly attracts them."

"Isn’t professional knowledge too tedious?" someone chimed in. "We’re gathered here today to make the program more interesting."

Vera and Yates took their seats.

As the dishes were served, while the group drank and mingled, they barely discussed the program, eventually veering onto the topic of the Wellspring Pharmacy.

With Vera present, they didn’t delve too deeply.

Back then, Old Mr. Yves fell victim to a scheme because he refused to cooperate with Wellspring Pharmacy’s publicity, ultimately ruining his lifelong reputation and passing away with regrets.

"I heard the situation with Wellspring Pharmacy is very complicated; it’s possible that The Shaw Family could face a death sentence."

"The fines alone could ruin them! The Shaw Family is completely finished."

Vera chatted about Winston Valentine’s condition with Dr. Hayes, who specialized in neurology.

Noah Hayes, in his early thirties, was well-educated, from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, but he also studied Western medicine, running his own neurology hospital and excelling in combining Chinese and Western approaches to neurological diseases.

Assuming Vera was using his condition as an excuse to start a conversation, he paid little attention when she began speaking.

Vera detailed Winston Valentine’s condition and her treatment plan, "The current plan I’m using isn’t very effective. Do you have any better suggestions?"

"Miss Yves can have this patient book an appointment. I’m available for consultations every Wednesday and Friday morning," Noah Hayes said formally. "But it’s not easy to get an appointment with me."

Vera was taken aback for a moment.

Noah Hayes looked into her eyes, adding, "Also, I’m not interested in divorced women."

Vera held back the urge to throw her drink in his face, "Dr. Hayes, haven’t you heard? Narcissism is also a illness."

Before Noah Hayes could respond, Vera got up and left the private room. She went to the restroom to tidy her hair and calm down.

Exiting the restroom, Vera was contemplating whether to return to the private room when someone tapped her shoulder. As she turned around, she suddenly felt something covering her mouth and nose.

Before Vera could react, she lost consciousness.

Yates Abbott, waiting in the private room, noticed Vera hadn’t returned after a long time and called her, only to find her phone was already off.

Seeing Vera’s coat and handbag still on the chair, Yates walked outside the private room and checked the restroom, looking through each stall but not seeing any sign of Vera.

She called Vera again, still finding her phone off. Yates searched the restaurant inside and out, confirmed Vera was nowhere to be seen, and began to worry, calling Miles Monroe for help.

On the roadside, in a black sedan, Winston Valentine leaned back with his eyes closed, his mind filled with Vera’s words about wanting him to disappear completely.

The driver spotted Yates Abbott standing at the restaurant entrance and respectfully informed, "President Valentine, the lady with Miss Yves is standing at the entrance. I don’t see Miss Yves."

Winston Valentine opened his eyes, noticing the anxious woman at the door, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

Vera woke up amidst bumpiness, realizing she was likely in a moving vehicle.

Her hands and feet were tied, mouth sealed with tape, and eyes covered by a blindfold. Vera could only rely on sounds to perceive her surroundings.

After an unknown period, the car stopped, and someone opened the door, tapping Vera’s face, "Still not awake?"

A stranger’s voice, sounding quite young.

"Carry her in first," another male voice instructed.

One of the men roughly tugged Vera out and hoisted her onto his shoulder.

Listening carefully to the footsteps, Vera determined there were only two of them.

Entering a room, the man tossed Vera onto a hard surface, causing her to wince in pain as someone grabbed her face, "She’s awake."

A flashlight beam shone onto Vera’s face.

"This woman is indeed beautiful," the man remarked lewdly, "I’ll have a taste later too."

"Take the money and go, don’t cause extra trouble," the other man said, taking the flashlight away.

"What’s there to be afraid of? She doesn’t know who we are anyway. I haven’t touched a woman in three years!"

Vera turned her head aside.

She could only hope Yates would discover her absence soon.

Outside, the sound of an engine turning off could be heard, and shortly after, someone entered the room.

Instinctively, Vera retreated until her back hit the corner of the wall; her hands were bound behind her with rope.

Someone approached, ripping the tape from Vera’s mouth, making her wince in pain.

"Did that hurt?" The man’s voice was low, "Don’t worry, later I’ll be really gentle, assuming you behave."