Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 33: Best Matched with My Cousin

Winston Valentine glanced at him, "You’re very idle?"

Theodore Xavier chuckled, "Anyway, Luke Shaw is already in the private room, and I’ve arranged only Monarch’s top players for him. I bet we’ll get something out of tonight!"

The friend next to them had drunk quite a bit and staggered over, "Wasn’t I good enough to her? Why did she break up with me?"

Theodore pushed him away disdainfully, but the man leaned back, "So what if I called out Nina’s name while we were doing it? What’s the big deal?"

Theodore clicked his tongue, "If anyone could tolerate that, they’d be the Ninja Turtles."

Hearing this, Winston’s dark eyes dimmed a little, and he gripped his glass tightly.

In the private room.

When Vera Yves walked in, Zoe Monroe was teasing Mark Yves for being a one-legged penguin.

Mark was a late bloomer, short and chubby in middle school, wearing a black and white uniform that made him look like a penguin from afar. So Zoe gave him this nickname.

Mark was speechless, "Zoe Monroe, if you laugh again, I’ll smack you with my shoe!"

Zoe made a face at him and, spotting Vera, immediately hugged her and played coy, "Vera, Mark is bullying me!"

Mark rolled his eyes dramatically, "How could I bully you when I am like this?"

Zoe looked at his still bandaged leg and burst into laughter.

Vera looked at Mark, "You should eat more and talk less."

Mark scoffed.

The private room was filled with about a dozen people, all of whom had known Vera since childhood.

"It’s only because of Zoe that Vera came out. We’ve invited her several times, and she kept refusing."

Vera smiled generously, "I just happened to have time today."

Zoe wrapped her arm around Vera’s shoulder, "Of course I have influence. Haven’t you seen who my cousin is?"

The smile on Vera’s face froze momentarily.

"Yeah, who doesn’t know how close Vera and Miles were since they were kids?"

"If it weren’t for Miles looking out for her, Vera wouldn’t have been such a little tyrant in our circle for all these years!"

Vera didn’t respond, just speared a piece of fruit and ate it.

The atmosphere was awkward for a moment before someone said to Zoe, "I heard Miles won a major case recently and made a lot of money."

Zoe glanced at Vera before replying leisurely, "That’s peanuts. It’s nothing serious. When my uncle retires, Miles will have to come back to inherit the family business sooner or later."

"What about his celebrity girlfriend?"

Zoe took a sip of her drink and smiled, "They broke up a while ago."

Vera paused her movements.

"What celebrity?" someone laughed, "She’s an international superstar now!"

"No matter how famous she is, she’s just a celebrity. Can The Monroe Family let her in?"

The topic drifted back to Miles, who had always been the most dazzling presence in their circle.

Zoe offered Vera a drink, whispering in her ear, "Vera, back then, I actually thought you were the best match."

Vera accepted the drink, subtly moved away from her, and smiled gently, "Zoe, just a few drinks and you’re already drunk."

Zoe shrugged knowingly and didn’t say anything more.

Zoe, with her lively personality, let loose and by the time the party ended, was heavily drunk, clinging to Vera and babbling away.

Vera, having downed a mixture of red and white wine, was also a bit tipsy.

Mark, hobbling on one leg, looked at the two drunkards in front of him, wanting to swear.

Finally reaching the bar entrance, Mark called for the driver.

"Vera, I still think you and my cousin are the perfect match! Childhood sweethearts, so innocent!" Zoe babbled on, "Back then, he must have been out of his mind to fancy Jane Shea, that world-class, sweet little thing!"

Vera, having drunk too much, felt a bit sick and dizzy, and didn’t catch what Zoe was saying at all.

"How about divorcing your husband, since my cousin has broken up with Jane Shea! You two can get back toget..." Zoe had yet to finish when she was pushed aside with such force that, being drunk, she stumbled and fell into Mark.

Before Vera could react, she found herself in a cold embrace, looking up at the man’s face, thinking she was hallucinating.

Mark, still holding his crutch, was jolted back several steps, luckily caught by a stone pillar.

"Who the heck..." Mark was about to cuss but seeing Winston Valentine’s grim face, swallowed his words, a tinge of pain instinctively washing over him.

Zoe, dumbfounded from the push, looked up, about to swear, but seeing Winston’s face, grabbed Mark’s shirt, her expression smitten, "Who is he? He’s so handsome, ten seconds, I want all his contact details!"

Winston glanced at Mark, "Let your sister keep drinking with random guys, and I’ll beat you again!"

Under Winston’s gaze, Mark dared not say a word in anger.

Having said that, Winston picked up the barely standing Vera in his arms.

Zoe finally realized, "Who is he calling random?"

Mark looked at her irritably, "What do you think?"

"Damn, what a waste of such a handsome... ugh!"

Feeling the sudden warmth on his shirt collar, Mark wanted to kill, "Zoe! Monroe!"

With a stern face, Winston carried Vera towards a car by the road, ha, getting back together?

Vera gazed at the man’s composed profile, thinking she was dreaming, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, snuggling into him like a kitten.

Winston’s stern expression softened a little at her intimate gesture.

The driver opened the car door for them. Winston intended to toss her into the car, but since Vera wouldn’t let go, he had no choice but to keep her in his arms.

The subtle lights flickered over her flushed cheeks from drinking, she frowned, looking uncomfortable.

Drank so much, drowning sorrows?

Winston’s face darkened gradually.

The car drove into the villa, Winston showing no intention of being gentle, carried her out.

Vera had fallen asleep, but due to his actions, showed signs of waking, furrowing her brows, mumbling something.

Winston paused, stayed silent for a moment, then carried her upstairs.

Vera’s sleep was uneasy. Even when reaching the bedroom, she kept mumbling.

Winston’s eyes darkened, foolish woman, if you dare...

Lowering his head stiffly, a soft murmur slipped from her lips, "Winston Valentine..."

His initially stern expression softened, his hand that intended to drop her retreated, and the next second, he heard her mutter as if dreaming, "Winston, I want... water."

Winston: ...

Winston placed her on the bed, almost wishing to let her figure it out on her own—but seeing her discomforted frown, he sighed and turned to pour a glass of water.

She didn’t move, and Winston, holding back his temper, lifted her up and offered the glass. Vera blinked but didn’t take it.

"Don’t think you can play innocent and I will just..."

Vera started to lay back down; Winston grabbed her, reluctantly bringing the cup to her lips.

Vera drank a few sips leaning against him, dazedly thinking, she must be dreaming that Winston was taking care of her.

Sweat dotted Vera’s face; feeling uncomfortable, she tried to undo her clothes.

What kind of wife gets drunk at such an hour and then needs him to serve her?

Recalling her challenging look that night, Winston gradually leaned down close, whispering seductively in her ear, "Mrs. Valentine, you’re sweating a lot; how about a bath?"