Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 50: What Kind of Man Are You?

Miles Monroe seemed somewhat melancholy, "You’re still the same as before; you never dare to look me in the eye when you lie."

Vera Yves adjusted her breathing and looked at him with a smile, "Miles, is it fun abroad?" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Miles looked at her smile, feeling a bit more relaxed, "It’s alright. When you no longer want to avoid me, come find me overseas, and I’ll show you around."

Vera wanted to say she wasn’t avoiding him but felt it might seem like a guilty conscience.

The meal was tasteless, and after eating, everyone moved to the private room to sing.

In the dimly lit room, Vera relaxed a bit.

Miles was coaxed into singing two songs, and Vera sat quietly in the corner, listening to the warm, deep voice flowing in the room.

Vera couldn’t help but let her gaze fall on him; he was still as dazzling as she remembered.

Winston Valentine suddenly drew her into his arms and asked softly, "Is he nice to look at?"

Vera seemed to snap back to reality, "I..."

"What about you?" Winston asked coldly, moving slowly closer to her ear, "Is he more handsome than me?"

Vera didn’t expect such a childish question from him and wanted to push him away, but he wouldn’t let go.

Vera retorted, "In your eyes, am I better looking, or is Cecilia Vaughn?"

Winston looked at her challenging gaze, and his eyes slowly fell on her lips, "You answer my question first."

Vera, aware of his gaze, instinctively pressed her lips tightly together.

Winston pulled her closer and whispered in her ear, "I’ll count to three, and if you don’t answer, I’ll pin you on the sofa and kiss you."

"Winston Valentine!"

Winston smiled nonchalantly, "I knew it, I’m more handsome than him."

Vera blushed, "Childish!"

Yet, Winston did not seem inclined to let her go, slowly approaching her, and just as their lips were about to touch, the private room door was pushed open.

"Sorry I’m late."

Cecilia Vaughn walked in wearing an ink-colored long dress with a beige trench coat over it.

Her face, already pale, turned even paler as she forced a smile, "At least I made it to the second round."

Noticing the man’s halted movement, Vera came to her senses and pushed him away.

Winston sat up straight.

Wendy Jennings stood up happily, hooking her arm around Cecilia’s, "Why are you so late? I was almost bored to death."

Cecilia coughed once and smiled at her, the two of them sitting down together on the sofa; everyone greeted Cecilia, and someone poured her a drink.

Cecilia took the wineglass and drank it in one gulp, coughing a few times from drinking too fast.

"Cecilia, are you okay?"

"I’m fine," Cecilia poured herself another drink, "I’m feeling so great now."

Miles Monroe, having finished singing, sat down next to Vera and handed her a glass of juice, "Freshly squeezed, try and see if it’s good."

Vera took it, "Thank you."

Aware of her politeness and distance, Miles could only smile helplessly. His gaze swept across Cecilia as he picked up a glass of wine from the table and took a sip.

Winston Valentine cast a cold glance at Miles, his mere presence was unsettling.

"Cecilia, are you alright?" Wendy intentionally asked loudly as she noticed Cecilia’s increasingly pale complexion, "Your face is so white, are you feeling unwell?"

Cecilia shook her head, "I’m fine, it’s just a few drinks, I won’t die from it."

Saying that, she poured herself another drink and was about to pick up the glass.

Winston Valentine had already moved to her side and, under the surprised gazes of others, pulled her up from the sofa, leading her out of the room.

Cecilia struggled, "Winston Valentine, what are you doing?"

Vera watched the two of them in a stand-off, feeling like a ridiculous clown; in his heart, Cecilia was always the most important one.

"I’ll take you back to the hospital," Winston said with a sullen face.

"I don’t want to go back to the hospital! Didn’t you say you’d stop caring about me? Then stop completely!" Cecilia still wanted to sit down and drink, but Winston took her out of the room without giving her a chance to refuse.

Before Vera could react, Miles had already stood up and followed them out; she quickly grabbed her coat and chased after them.

"Bang!"

As she stepped out, she saw Miles punch Winston on the face.

Cecilia yelped in shock.

Winston wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and immediately retaliated aggressively; Miles stumbled back a step. He sneered, wiping his own mouth, "Winston Valentine, what kind of man are you?"

Winston snorted, stepped forward, grabbed his collar, and gritted his teeth, "What kind of ’thing’ are you?"

As the fist was about to fall again, Vera rushed forward, "Winston Valentine, let go!"

Seeing him motionless, Vera calmed down, "Do you really want everyone to come out and watch?"

Quite a few people, attracted by the commotion, came out of the private room.

Cecilia deliberately coughed a few more times, her gaze sweeping over Vera and Miles, "Winston, I’m not feeling well. Let’s go."

Winston let go, and Vera instinctively stood in front of Miles to prevent him from making another move.

Seeing her defensive look, Winston’s face turned gloomy; couldn’t she see that he wasn’t the one who started it?

After a moment of silence, he left with Cecilia.

Vera breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at Miles, and noticed the blood still on the corner of his mouth, feeling somewhat guilty.

He would only have fought Winston if he heard something from Zoe Monroe.

The two of them went to a nearby pharmacy, bought some disinfectant, and then sat on a bench by the roadside.

Vera used a cotton swab to disinfect him, "If it swells up tomorrow, how will you meet your clients?"

Miles looked at her cool demeanor, "Why not divorce him?"

Vera’s hand paused a bit, feeling somewhat embarrassed, "I knew when I married him that he didn’t like me."

"Then why marry him?"

Actually, after what happened between them, she didn’t intend to marry Winston Valentine. Even when her mom went to the Valentine Family to argue, she didn’t think they would relent.

After all, the difference between the two families was like that between clouds and mud.

Yet Winston unexpectedly agreed to let her in through the door.

At that time, she thought, after all, he doesn’t like her, and she doesn’t like him either. Who in this circle can marry someone they truly love?

She certainly couldn’t.

She only wanted to have a child and live an ordinary life with him.

Who knew the pregnancy was just a misunderstanding.

"Which woman in all of Imperia doesn’t want to marry him?" Vera smiled at him, "I’m luckier than many women, aren’t I?"

Miles wanted to reach out and ruffle her hair like he used to when they were young, but he held back.

Vera applied another layer of ointment for him, "This is to reduce swelling and pain. Don’t let it get wet when you go back; it might get more swollen tomorrow morning."

"Bang!"

The car door was slammed shut with force.

Following the sound, Vera saw Winston striding toward her.

Seeing his displeased expression, Vera instinctively stood up, "Winston..."

Winston directly took her wrist and led her to the side of the road, while Miles grabbed Vera’s other wrist, asking sternly, "Where are you taking Vera?"