Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 32: I Don’t Mind Undressing You a Few More Times

Chapter 32: Chapter 32: I Don’t Mind Undressing You a Few More Times

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Vera Yves frowned, her tone displeased, "What clothes I wear is my personal freedom."

She was about to walk to the dressing room, but Winston Valentine pulled her over by the waist.

He placed one hand on her waist and the other deftly unbuttoned her dress, yet his tone was icy, "If you have the guts, say it again."

Vera Yves grasped his hand, "Winston Valentine!"

Winston Valentine directly twisted her hand and continued his actions. He quickly undid all the buttons on her dress and then reached inside.

Vera Yves wanted to retreat but he lifted her up and placed her on the cabinet behind.

Her cheeks uncontrollably reddened, his hands teasing her as she thought of Cecilia Vaughn’s words, making her resistant.

How could he love Cecilia Vaughn deeply yet still do such things with her without a change of expression?

Her hair disheveled and clothes in disarray, yet he remained dignified, not even a single button undone, his eyes calm and unwavering.

This isn’t fair!

The slate blue dress lay scattered on the floor.

Winston Valentine caressed her face, his tone playful, but his eyes remained cold, "If you want to wear it, continue wearing it. I don’t mind helping you take it off a few more times."

He intended to retreat, but Vera Yves suddenly encircled his neck and leaned in to kiss his thin lips.

The kiss, like a dragonfly skimming water, stunned Winston Valentine momentarily.

Vera Yves’ gaze was tender and lingering, her soft lips pressed again. Why should he kiss when he wants, touch when he wants, leave when he wants? What does he take her for?

Vera Yves clung to him like vines.

Her soft fingers unbuttoned his shirt, caressing his firm chest, then slowly moving downward.

Winston Valentine held her hand, "Do you know what you’re doing?"

Vera Yves gazed at him with a dazed expression. Winston Valentine’s mind was filled with the memory of her shy yet daring teasing that night.

"Of course, I know." Her soft lips fell on his chest, inching downward.

It felt as though every cell in Winston Valentine’s body was boiling, he grabbed her hair, making her lift her head, bending to kiss her lips.

Vera Yves cooperated obediently.

The room’s temperature rose steadily; clothes were strewn everywhere.

The fire of desire raging in his dark eyes, Vera Yves calmly pushed him away, "I need to apply my medication."

Seeing her face still flushed but cooling down, Winston Valentine regained his senses, suddenly understanding her intentions, and laughed angrily, clasping her nape, "What are you trying to prove? Your attraction to me?"

Vera Yves looked at him calmly, "I’m just responding to you."

Thinking about his loss of control, Winston Valentine gritted his teeth, asking, "Aren’t you proud?"

Seeing the anger in his eyes, Vera Yves felt much better, leaned over, and kissed him lightly again, "The doctor said half a month; I’d appreciate your patience."

Winston Valentine saw the provocation in her eyes and suddenly laughed, his thumb stroking her smooth lips, his voice husky, "Doesn’t Mrs. Valentine know that there are more than one kind of pleasure between couples!"

...

When Vera Yves woke up in the morning, Winston Valentine was already gone; she washed her hands three times before changing clothes and setting out.

At Hillside Villa, she first assisted Cleo Sutton with acupuncture.

Cleo Sutton looked at her gently, "Dr. Yves, starting tomorrow, you don’t need to come anymore."

Vera Yves looked at her in surprise, "Is it Mr. Valentine’s idea?"

Cleo Sutton coughed a few times and shook her head, "I heard Melinda Shelby bought out your grandfather’s clinic. You can rest assured; I will ensure Tristan gets it back for you."

"Whether Mr. Valentine retrieves the clinic or not, I will continue treating you."

Cleo Sutton shook her head, "Regardless of my health, what difference does living another year or two make? Your identity was already special; continuing to treat me would undoubtedly impact your life and isn’t worth it."

"I promised Mr. Valentine, I won’t give up halfway."

"I know you’re worried Tristan won’t agree. Rest assured, I’ll talk to him." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Vera Yves couldn’t help but glance at Cleo Sutton; though showing signs of illness, her brows still exuded gentleness. She must have been a very mild-mannered woman in her youth.

Vera Yves then thought of Melinda Shelby, even though she was over fifty, well-maintained, still carried beauty and elegance; she was undoubtedly a stunning woman in her youth.

What charm did this woman possess, even as she withered, able to keep Tristan Valentine deeply attached and unwavering?

Is this the allure of a white moonlight?

Thinking of Winston Valentine’s thorough defense of Cecilia Vaughn, it didn’t seem hard to understand.

But Winston Valentine mostly dared only to keep Cecilia Vaughn in his heart; Tristan Valentine not only kept Cleo Sutton in his heart but also by his side, no wonder Melinda Shelby hated her so much.

Returning to the villa, Vera Yves’s phone rang with an unfamiliar number; assuming it was a nuisance call, she directly refused to answer, but the caller persistently called back.

Vera Yves sat on the sofa and answered; Luke Shaw’s voice came through, "Mrs. Valentine..."

Vera Yves frowned, cutting off the call, and added his number to the blacklist.

Initially suspecting Cleo Sutton’s words to be mere pleasantries, when she went back to Hillside Villa and Cleo refused further treatment, Vera was quite surprised.

Tristan Valentine looked dejected, clearly not having an easy time.

Seeing Vera Yves enter, Tristan Valentine glanced at her before averting his gaze, "Rest assured, I’ll help you get the clinic back; Cleo’s treatment can’t stop."

"Or you could switch to someone else." Vera Yves explained, "I mean, still me diagnosing and prescribing, but just stepping back."

Tristan Valentine smiled bitterly, "That’s not necessary; she hasn’t been unruly like this, refusing treatment for the first time. Your reason is secondary."

Tristan Valentine sighed, "Honestly, I know that every moment she lives now is torment. But... I’m reluctant to let go! If even my love for her can’t sustain her life, what else can?"

Vera Yves thought of something and whispered, "I remember you said you have a daughter. If you can find her, maybe it’ll give her a reason to live."

Tristan Valentine’s eyes gleamed slightly, but he had searched for so many years and still had no trace of the child.

Since Cleo Sutton refused treatment, Vera Yves didn’t stay upstairs and drove away from Hillside Villa.

On the road, she received a call from Mark Yves, asking her to go to "Monarch" in the evening, "Zoe Monroe returned to the country and set up a gathering there, specifically asked me to invite you."

Vera Yves responded, "Your body hasn’t fully recovered, drink less."

"Relax, I know my limits."

In the evening, Vera Yves arrived at Monarch on time and bumped into a few friends at the entrance, and they headed inside together.

In the bar’s corner booth, Theodore Xavier noticed Vera Yves, nudged Winston Valentine’s arm, "Isn’t that your wife?"

Winston Valentine looked up, catching only a glimpse of Vera Yves’s back.

"Aren’t you going to say hello?"

Winston Valentine ignored, taking a sip of his drink.

Theodore Xavier rubbed his chin, looked at him with a face full of gossip curiosity, "Tell your buddy honestly, are you here drinking because of Cecilia Vaughn or your wife?"