Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 55: A Person Who Leaves Without Even Saying Goodbye

Chapter 55: Chapter 55: A Person Who Leaves Without Even Saying Goodbye

The smile on Vera Yves’ face froze for a moment. She tried to push away Winston Valentine’s hand, but Winston only held her tighter.

Miles Monroe met Winston Valentine’s gaze and chuckled, "Vera’s taste has always been good, except in certain areas."

Sensing the tension between the two men, Seth Quinn laughed to ease the situation, "President Valentine, long time no see. Vera didn’t mention in her calls that you were coming over. I’m not sure what kind of food you like?"

Winston Valentine looked at Vera, "Although her taste is not great, I can accommodate it. After all, she is my wife."

"Then today, President Valentine, you can try the food here. Although it’s not as upscale, the taste is authentic," Seth Quinn said as he led the pair inside.

Not wanting to continue the standoff at the door, Vera had no choice but to let Winston lead her through the door.

After a few steps, Seth Quinn turned back to look at Miles still standing at the door, "Miles?"

Miles Monroe stared at the hand Winston had on Vera’s waist, remained silent for a moment, and said, "You all go ahead, I’ll get some fresh air outside."

Seth Quinn was a bit puzzled. Didn’t he want to see Vera?

They reached the private room.

Seth Quinn instructed the waiter to serve the dishes, smiling, "Your brother Miles has already ordered food for you, all your favorites."

Vera merely smiled politely, "Thanks to you, Seth, for helping before. I should be treating you today. How can I expect you to cater to my taste?"

"I’m not catering. I actually enjoy eating here too. It’s just that business is booming now, so it’s only open to members to control the crowd. Even members need to book a week in advance. I’m only able to eat here today thanks to you."

Winston Valentine laughed dismissively and said casually, "I’ll buy this place for you, so you can come whenever you want."

This man really is generous when it comes to Cecilia Vaughn.

Vera put on a stern face, "Just because I liked it before doesn’t mean I still do. People’s tastes change."

Miles Monroe opened the door just in time to hear Vera’s words.

He pulled out a chair and sat across from Vera, earnestly saying, "If you don’t like it, we can go somewhere else."

Vera chuckled, "It’s just a meal, where we eat doesn’t matter as long as it fills the stomach."

Miles didn’t say anything more, but his mind flashed back to a snowy night many years ago. A seventeen-year-old girl waited for three hours outside his dorm, her nose bright red from the cold.

When she saw him, though obviously upset, she forced a smile, tears streaming down.

He gently wiped her tears away, repeatedly saying he was sorry.

She shook her head, buried her face in his chest, and mumbled softly, "Grandpa said The Summit Restaurant hired a new chef who makes authentic Eight Treasure Winter Melon Soup. As long as you go with me, I’ll forgive you."

She was no longer the little girl who could be pacified with just a meal.

As the dishes were gradually served, fortunately, Seth kept talking, so the atmosphere in the private room didn’t feel too cold.

With Winston Valentine around, Vera only wanted to finish eating and leave quickly.

However, Winston had no intention of letting her go so easily. With one arm around her waist, he looked at her affectionately, "Honey, I can’t use my hand. Feed me."

Vera frowned at him, "Don’t you have another hand?"

"You mean this one?" Winston pinched her waist lightly with his hand.

Vera’s cheeks flushed with anger, glaring at him.

Winston looked at her flushed face from anger and laughed, "Honey, do you know how cute you look right now? If it weren’t for the others here, I’d want to kiss..."

Vera picked up some food and stuffed it into his mouth.

Winston savored it, "Delicious."

Seth was a bit puzzled. Wasn’t it rumored that Winston treated Vera poorly?

Otherwise, Winston wouldn’t have insisted on having Mark Yves jailed recently, so why do they seem so loving now?

Winston moved closer to her, "Honey..."

Vera couldn’t stand him calling her "honey" in a tone he never used before, so she hurriedly gave him another bite of food to stop him from talking.

While eating, Winston moved his injured arm, picked up chopsticks, and started serving her food.

Vera stopped him, "Winston Valentine, your arm can’t exert force. What if it opens up again?"

Winston glanced at Miles, saying nonchalantly, "If it opens, it opens. Anyway, you’ll stay by my side, disinfect, medicate, and re-bandage it for me."

"Who wants to take care of you!" Vera stood and left the private room.

She couldn’t understand why Winston had such animosity toward Miles.

Miles had always treated her like a sister.

She didn’t want them to have any connection at all.

Vera went to a spot by the window, looking at the bustling street outside, at a place both familiar and strange to her. She hadn’t been here once since Miles went abroad.

The moment she gave up on him, all memories related to him had been deliberately forgotten.

"Are you happy with him?"

Vera came back to her senses and looked at the man beside her, her attitude cold, "As you can see, I’m very happy."

Vera wanted to leave, but Miles grabbed her wrist, "Liar! If he truly valued you, how could The Valentines dare treat you like that?"

Vera looked at him, "You’re only planning to stay for seven days after coming back, and you want to fix my three-year unmanageable marriage? Who are you to me, Miles Monroe? What right do you have to interfere with me?" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Tears welled up in Vera’s eyes, "I’m just someone you left without saying goodbye. So why waste unnecessary sympathy on me now?"

Seeing the undisguised hatred in her eyes, Miles Monroe couldn’t help but tighten his grip on her wrist, "Vera, it’s not sympathy..."

"I also don’t need your sympathy." Vera forced back her tears and looked at the bruise on his lip, her eyes dimming, "My well-being is my own concern. You don’t have to feel guilty."

Vera took a deep breath, "Also, please don’t get physical with my husband in the future. After all, a week later, you can leave freely, but I still have to stay and live with him."

Vera tried to push his hand away, but Miles wouldn’t let go.

"I’m sorry."

Vera paused her action, and her suppressed tears finally fell uncontrollably.

"The food’s getting cold, what are you doing here?"

Winston Valentine stood not far away, looking at the two with a cold gaze.

Vera withdrew her hand and looked at Winston Valentine. With the light behind him, she couldn’t see his expression, but she knew he must be very angry.

Vera hurriedly went over and grabbed his hand, "I’m not feeling well, let’s go."

Winston looked down at her, "Didn’t you say, my arm can’t exert force, so why are you grabbing my hand so tightly?"

Vera instinctively loosened her grip.

Winston looked at her eyes, obviously having cried, bent over, and gently wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes, "Why are you crying?"