Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 180: Unreal Beauty

"That’s right." Mark thought for a moment, "Last time Winston Valentine beat me half to death, and when the hospital gave me a blood transfusion, they tested my blood type, I remember it was type O."

Mark looked at her curiously, "What’s your blood type? We’re fraternal twins, our blood type should be the same, right?"

Vera Yves rolled her eyes at him, "Fraternal twins are dizygotic, their blood types aren’t necessarily the same."

"Then what’s your blood type?"

Vera looked at his dumbfounded face, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I haven’t been tested, so I don’t know."

"Then why are you asking about my blood type?"

"Can’t I be curious?"

Mark snorted, "Aren’t you bored?"

"Not as bored as you, running off to race cars." Vera looked disdainful, grabbed an apple, and started peeling it.

"I don’t eat apples."

"Who said I was peeling it for you?"

Mark gritted his teeth, "You always act tough with me, but in front of Winston Valentine you’re like a little chick! Where’s your backbone? A good horse doesn’t go back to old pastures, next time he pins you down, just kick him and make him impotent..."

Vera stuffed a piece of apple into his mouth to shut him up.

In the late afternoon, Zoe Monroe came to the hospital room to see Mark and casually told Vera that Miles Monroe had bleeding again, and the doctor had already used hemostatic agents and strictly prohibited him from getting out of bed.

"I ordered a lot of food, it should be delivered soon." Zoe smiled at Vera, "Anyway, my cousin can’t eat, why don’t you and Mark come to our room to eat?"

Vera instinctively tightened the scarf around her neck, "No need, my mom will be here soon."

Mark was eager, "Aren’t you tired of Mom’s cooking?"

He looked at Zoe, "Where did you order from?"

"That Hunan restaurant on Crestview Road, I ordered your favorite crispy pork."

Mark really couldn’t sit still now and wanted to leave with Zoe, but Vera held him down, "You’re still sick, you can’t eat spicy food."

Vera disapprovingly glanced at Zoe, "He can’t eat, yet you’re tempting him on purpose."

Zoe knew Vera was talking about Miles and guiltily touched her nose, "Isn’t this just to make a memorable lesson for him?"

Vera said in a low voice, "He won’t hurt himself again."

They had agreed on that.

"Vera, just come over and eat with me."

Vera looked at Zoe, "Zoe, it’s impossible between us now, meeting again will only make him sadder."

Zoe looked at her somewhat disappointed, "Vera, you used to like him so much, even if he made mistakes, how can you... so quickly be with someone else?"

She really hadn’t thought she would start a new relationship so soon, but Winston Valentine didn’t give her a chance to retreat.

"You may sympathize with Winston Valentine for a while, but can you for a lifetime?"

"Miss Monroe, my relationship with Vera is none of your business." Winston Valentine had entered the room unnoticed.

He looked at Zoe with a cold expression.

Zoe felt guilty under his gaze and turned her head to leave the room. Mark wanted to follow her, but Vera stopped him with a look.

Vera’s expression was a bit awkward.

Just then, Walter Lowell ordered someone to deliver dinner to the hospital room. He politely looked at Vera, "Miss Yves, Mrs. Yves went for a spa, and President Valentine has prepared dinner for you and Young Master Mark."

Vera looked at Winston Valentine, "Thank you."

Winston held her hand, "Why are you being polite to me?"

Vera thought of the marks he left on her neck at noon and pulled her hand back. Winston looked at his empty palm, shouldn’t he be the one angry?

Vera called Mark to eat.

Mark was still thinking about his crispy pork, looking at the feast in front of him with little interest, and didn’t eat much.

Winston sat next to Vera, "I’ll stay in the hospital with you tonight."

Vera, thinking of the incident at noon, dared not let him stay, "No need."

"Then let Walter Lowell stay in the hospital with Mark, and you come back to the villa with me?"

Vera couldn’t help but say, "Winston Valentine, distance brings beauty, I think we don’t need to see each other daily."

"Do you not want to see me every day?"

"Of course not?" Vera couldn’t help but complain inwardly, wasn’t it because you look at me that way every day, who wouldn’t want to hide from you?

"I’ll stay and sleep in the same bed as Mark, is that okay?"

Mark looked at him with disdain, what did I ever do to you?

Vera flatly refused, "No way!"

Winston leaned closer to her, looked into her eyes, and lowered his voice, "Just have a little pity for me, hmm?"

Vera: ...

Vera didn’t let him stay but personally walked him downstairs.

Under the streetlight, Vera explained to him, "Winston Valentine, don’t listen to Zoe’s nonsense, I don’t sympathize with you."

Winston held her face in his hands, saying softly, "Okay, I won’t listen to her, I’ll listen to you, if it’s not sympathy, then what is it?"

Vera looked at him and seriously said, "Winston Valentine, I’m not a very clever person. Although the reason I married you wasn’t great, but after marriage, I held expectations for you, I wanted to make that marriage work, wanted to live well. You’re the one who crushed everything."

Winston rubbed her cheek with his fingertips, "I’m sorry, everything before was my fault, it took me too long to realize how I felt about you."

"It’s not sympathy; I want to give this relationship a chance."

Winston kissed her lips lightly, "I will definitely cherish it."

The dim streetlight shone on her face, and he thought of her at the wedding, her eyes full of the man at the end of the red carpet. It all felt like a stolen moment, beautifully unreal.

Vera wanted to leave, but Winston wouldn’t let go. Holding her face in his hands, he kissed her repeatedly. Vera’s lips went numb from his kisses, and she could hardly bear it, wanting to kick him, he finally let go.

The next morning, Hannah Hayes arrived at the hospital to take care of Mark. Vera went to the TV station to record a program.

The show had an audience of over three hundred, many of whom were students recruited from nearby universities.

Vera got her hair and makeup done, then sat in the studio, next to her sat Noah Hayes.

Vera wore a white modified cheongsam, accentuating her graceful figure, making her look elegant and beautiful.

Noah also wore clothes sponsored by a brand, dressed in black Chinese-style apparel, looking strikingly handsome.

The two sitting there almost drew the attention of the entire room.

Three patients came onstage wearing masks to describe their conditions, and then the doctors present used their own methods to analyze the illnesses.

After analyzing, the guests needed to write their analysis results on answer boards.

Then, they needed to explain their thought process separately.

These guests, besides Vera and Noah, were all at least over fifty with extensive experience in treating illnesses.

The analysis results were almost the same; they thought Vera, being young and inexperienced, might make mistakes, but for all three patients, her analysis was also consistent with the others.

After recording, Vera specifically sought Noah once again, hoping he could help treat Winston Valentine’s condition.

The two stood at the entrance of the studio.

Noah sized up Vera, having to admit this woman was genuinely beautiful.

"Sure, have him come to me," Noah smiled at Vera, "If he’s willing to come, I’ll treat him."

Vera always felt his smile had a trace of malice. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

In the afternoon, Vera returned to the hospital. Hannah Hayes went to play mahjong, and Vera sat on the sofa when her phone suddenly received several notifications.

Previously, to cooperate with the program’s publicity, she verified her Weibo account, and now her private messages were flooded.