Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 178: It’s Your Turn Now

Vera Yves closed the door loudly, drawing everyone’s attention.

Hannah Hayes asked in confusion, "Vera, who came? Why didn’t you let them in?"

Vera Yves snapped back to reality, realizing what she’d done, "I’ll step out for a moment."

Outside the hospital room, Winston Valentine stared at the closed door, his face gradually darkening.

Walter Lowell stood behind him, still holding a bouquet and a fruit basket, barely daring to breathe. All these years beside President Valentine, it’s the first time he’d seen him being shut out.

The door opened again, and Vera Yves walked out from inside.

Winston Valentine casually glanced inside, glimpsing a figure in the hospital room, his expression turning even more sour.

Vera Yves closed the door, showing no intention of letting him in, "Why did you come?"

"Why? He can come, and I can’t?" Winston Valentine moved as if to push the door open.

Vera Yves stopped him, pulling him aside, "He’s leaving in a bit, can you wait till he leaves?"

"Afraid I’ll hit him?"

Vera Yves pursed her lips, "He just had surgery, he can’t withstand it."

"You’re not afraid that I might make his hands hurt?"

Vera Yves was speechless, "He’s just here to see Mark Yves, why would you hit him?"

"He’s here to see Mark, what are you guilty of?" Winston Valentine looked at her coolly, "Won’t even let me in, that’s called covering something up, understand?"

Vera Yves weakly explained, "I didn’t, I’m just afraid you’ll start something."

Winston Valentine held her hand, "Afraid I’ll start something? Then hold onto me properly, Vera Yves, I’m the one you should openly treat right."

Vera Yves reluctantly led Winston Valentine into the hospital room.

This time, Hannah Hayes just snorted, seeing the two holding hands, she didn’t even want to greet them.

The air in the hospital room became inexplicably quiet.

Walter Lowell brought the things inside, breaking the silence, "Mr. Yves, these are specially bought for you by President Valentine, wishing you a quick recovery."

Mark Yves also snorted, sarcastically, "President Valentine is really considerate."

Winston Valentine glanced at him with disdain, "I wouldn’t want to be considerate. Nearly thirty and still speeding, making the whole family worry, does that make you feel accomplished?"

Mark Yves felt a bit guilty from his words.

Miles Monroe’s gaze fell on their clasped hands, his eyes stinging, he looked at Mark Yves, "Rest well, I’ll be going now."

Mark Yves nodded, "Take care, Miles."

"I passed by the hospital the other day and wanted to see you, but Vera said she’d already visited and wouldn’t let me come." Winston Valentine blocked his way, "And I thought, she’s right, no difference between her seeing you and me seeing you."

Miles Monroe’s pale face turned several shades lighter, remaining silent.

Zoe Monroe supported him, her expression displeased as she looked at Winston Valentine, "Please make way, President Valentine." Don’t you know good dogs don’t block the road?

"You seem very uncomfortable." Winston Valentine smiled slightly, "If you’re feeling unwell, rest well, don’t wander around, coveting what’s not yours."

Zoe Monroe gritted her teeth.

Miles Monroe coughed several times, pulling at his wound painfully, Vera Yves saw his obvious discomfort, feeling a bit distressed, she squeezed Winston Valentine’s hand, asking him to stop.

Winston Valentine stepped aside, lowering his gaze to Vera Yves, "Let’s see Miles off together." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Miles Monroe’s voice was pale, "No need."

"How can that be? Guests are guests, the necessary etiquette cannot be disregarded."

Winston Valentine, without giving a choice, held Vera Yves’ hand and sent them to the door of the hospital room.

As Miles Monroe stepped out of the hospital room, he seemed unable to support himself anymore, leaning on the handrail on the wall.

Zoe Monroe looked at him with concern, "The doctor said you shouldn’t be out of bed yet, why do you insist on showing off! Mark’s here in the hospital, he won’t run away!"

"I’m fine."

Mark won’t run away, but he doesn’t know when she’ll come again.

Vera Yves looked at his weak back, wanting to withdraw her hand, but Winston Valentine tightened his grip, "What, feeling sorry?"

Until their figures disappeared, Vera Yves forcefully pried his hand open, her voice carrying some anger, "Are you satisfied now?"

Vera Yves turned and went back into the hospital room.

Winston Valentine followed her inside, Hannah Hayes was feeling a bit drowsy, Vera Yves asked her to go home and rest, she didn’t refuse again.

Winston Valentine looked at Walter Lowell, "Take Mrs. Yves back."

Hannah Hayes snorted, "Forget it, someone as insignificant as me wouldn’t dare trouble President Valentine, I’ll take a cab back myself."

"Vera is my girlfriend, Mrs. Yves, there’s no need to be formal with me." Winston Valentine shot Walter Lowell a glance, Walter immediately looked respectfully at Hannah Hayes, "Mrs. Yves, please."

Hannah Hayes gave Winston Valentine another dissatisfied look before leaving the hospital room.

Vera Yves looked at Winston Valentine, "Why aren’t you leaving yet?"

Winston Valentine touched her cheek, "Did you not sleep well last night? Go take a nap inside, I’ll keep watch on him."

Mark Yves turned over, his right arm broken and difficult to move, "Sis, my back is a bit itchy, can you scratch it for me?"

Just as Vera Yves was about to go over, Winston Valentine tugged her back, "Go nap inside, I’ll scratch for him."

Mark Yves looked at Winston Valentine, not very willing to accept his offer.

Vera Yves indeed felt a bit sleepy, since he was willing to stay and watch, she let him do so and went inside the room.

Winston Valentine walked to the bedside, looking at Mark Yves without much expression, "Where itches?"

Mark Yves reluctantly pointed to the spot.

Winston Valentine took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and scratched the spot through the clothes.

Mark Yves pointed to another area, Winston Valentine continued to scratch for him.

Seeing him work dutifully, Mark Yves snickered, "Winston Valentine, who would’ve thought you’d end up like this one day."

The next second, his broken arm was suddenly pressed hard, and Mark Yves grimaced in pain, "Damn it, Winston Valentine, do you trust I’ll make Vera break up with you!"

Winston Valentine sneered, "You don’t have that kind of skill."

Mark Yves snorted coldly, "I still remember the beating you gave me for Cecilia, you can forget about becoming my brother-in-law!"

Winston Valentine grabbed a nearby chair, sat by the bedside, flexing his wrist, a smile tugging at his lips, "Looks like I didn’t hit you hard enough back then."

Mark Yves’ body instinctively ached again, "You beat me half to death back then for Cecilia, I’ll remember forever!"

"You acted out, blame me?"

"I was just teaching her a lesson, who touched her?"

Winston Valentine’s voice was cold, "You dared to kidnap someone, beating you to death wouldn’t be wrong."

Vera Yves lay on the bed, listening to their conversation outside, her thoughts drifting far away, knowing she shouldn’t worry, yet still couldn’t help fearing that with that visit, he might end up resting a couple more days in bed.

She drifted into sleep, as if revisiting the day she was preparing to marry Miles Monroe.

He had rare free time, they watched an old movie on the sofa, she fell asleep in his arms, waking up already in bed.

He had prepared lunch, still wearing an apron, calling her over to eat.

"Vera, wake up."

The voice seemed to come from far away.

Vera Yves opened her eyes, the warm sunlight somewhat harsh, she reached out to embrace him, playfully kissing his lips just like in her memories.

Slender fingers slid through her hair, pulling her back, Winston Valentine looked at her hazy eyes, asking word by word, "Who are you kissing?"