Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 68: News Breaks After a Night Away

The crowd lost interest in playing cards.

Wendy Jennings sat on the sofa with a smile, "Mrs. Valentine is so good at playing cards, I wonder how she is at games?"

Vera Yves didn’t respond.

Wendy Jennings, unfazed by the awkwardness, continued, "What’s the point of just drinking? Let’s play dice. Mrs. Valentine, how about I let you win the first three rounds?"

Cecilia Vaughn laughed, "My sister-in-law is timid, don’t scare her. I’ll play with you." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Wendy Jennings looked disappointed and said pointedly, "Is Mrs. Valentine timid? Not many women have the guts that Mrs. Valentine has!"

Vera Yves’ face darkened, but before she could speak.

"Thud!"

Winston Valentine placed his wine glass on the coffee table, looking at Wendy Jennings without much expression, "You like playing so much, I’ll play with you."

Wendy Jennings felt a chill under his gaze.

Theodore Xavier, seeing Winston Valentine was serious, called a waiter to bring some wine.

Wendy Jennings looked apprehensive.

Cecilia Vaughn smiled and said, "Winston, Wendy just hopes Vera can fit into our circle, go easy on her."

Winston Valentine’s voice was indifferent, "It’s just a game, what’s there to be afraid of?"

The waiter brought dice and dice cups, each person’s dice cup had five dice.

Seeing Winston Valentine calmly pick up a dice cup, Wendy Jennings resigned herself and started to shake the dice, naturally not daring to manipulate them.

In the first round, Winston Valentine let her call first.

Wendy Jennings glanced at her dice, "Four twos."

Winston Valentine didn’t even lift his eyelids, "Six twos."

Wendy Jennings hesitated for a moment, "Six threes."

Winston Valentine, "Seven threes."

Wendy Jennings took a deep breath, "Open!"

They both opened their dice cups at the same time, Winston Valentine’s dice had two ones, a two, and two threes, Wendy had a one, two twos, and two threes. (Note: if ones are not called, they can count as any number.)

Wendy Jennings picked up a glass of wine and drank it all in one go.

Following this, Wendy Jennings lost three rounds in a row and drank three more glasses, leaving her head spinning.

It was clear to everyone that Winston Valentine was standing up for Vera, as Wendy Jennings had been giving Vera a hard time all night.

Cecilia Vaughn supported Wendy Jennings, "Wendy’s drunk, I’ll play with you!"

Winston Valentine glanced at Cecilia Vaughn without responding.

Cecilia Vaughn picked up a dice cup and shook it vigorously. Winston Valentine didn’t move, he picked up a glass of wine from the table, drank it in one go, then pulled Vera Yves’ wrist, leading her out of the private room.

Seeing him leaving, Cecilia Vaughn hurriedly called out, "Winston!"

Winston Valentin’s steps didn’t pause, he took Vera’s coat and led her to the door of The Gilded Age.

Winston Valentine released her hand and draped the coat over her, his voice lacking warmth, "Call the driver over, I drank and can’t drive."

Vera Yves put on her coat and went aside to make a phone call.

Soon, the driver brought the car over and respectfully opened the door.

Seeing him still standing there, Vera Yves looked at him puzzled, "Winston Valentine, aren’t you going home?"

The soft light fell on her face, making her already gentle face appear even softer. Winston Valentine seemed bewitched, and got in the back seat of the car with her.

The car started slowly.

Winston Valentine leaned against the back of the seat, his head turned to look at the woman beside him, the light in the car was dim and flickering, making it hard to see clearly.

His eyes, confused from the alcohol, gradually became clear.

Sensing his intense gaze, Vera Yves felt uneasy, "What are the rules of the dice game you played? I watched for a long time and couldn’t understand."

"Do you want to learn?"

Vera Yves laughed a little, "I just want to understand the rules simply."

Winston Valentine was tense all over as her sweet scent drifted over.

Especially in the confined space, her every move, even her breathing seemed amplified.

In the three years of marriage, only when he had her beneath him did her face, which didn’t seem to like showing much expression, become more lively.

"Winston Valentine?" Vera Yves, seeing he wasn’t speaking, waved her hand in front of his eyes.

Winston Valentine instinctively grabbed her hand.

"What’s wrong?" Vera Yves saw his face looking somewhat pale and looked at him worriedly, "Not feeling well?"

Vera Yves’s voice seemed to come from a distant place.

The warmth of her palm inexplicably felt scorching.

Winston Valentine released her hand and looked out the window, "Stop the car!"

The driver quickly stopped the car.

Winston Valentine opened the door and instructed the driver, "Take her back to the villa, no need to pick me up."

"Bang!"

The door was slammed shut by him.

Vera Yves rolled down the window, not having time to think, and leaned out, shouting, "Winston Valentine!"

But he seemed not to hear, gradually disappearing into the night.

The driver started the car again, Vera Yves sat back inside, watching Winston Valentine’s figure in the rearview mirror grow further away.

Does he still have feelings for Cecilia Vaughn after all?

The cold wind blew in through the window, chilling her to the bone. Vera Yves closed the window, but couldn’t warm up again.

Back at the villa, Hannah Hayes called, and Vera Yves mumbled a few words before hanging up. She filled the bathtub with water and only felt warm again after soaking in a hot bath.

Winston Valentine didn’t come home all night.

Vera Yves slept fitfully.

The next morning, an urgent phone ring woke her, and Vera Yves groped for her phone, answering the call.

Linda Young’s voice, clearly containing suppressed anger, came through, "Did Winston come home last night?"

Vera Yves instinctively tightened her grip on the phone, "No."

Linda Young calmed down after a moment, "Did you see the news?"

Vera Yves glanced at the time, eight fifteen in the morning, "What news?"

Linda Young was silent for a while, then finally spoke, "Last night Cecilia Vaughn and a man checked into a hotel, it was reported this morning!"

Vera Yves listened silently.

"Although the report didn’t capture the man’s face clearly, his body shape looked more and more like Winston Valentine to me!"

Linda Young calmed down again, "I asked some friends in the industry, the news was quick to appear and disappear, it was taken down in half an hour! And it was the Valentine Group that had it withdrawn. If it wasn’t Winston, why would he have it withdrawn?"

While Linda Young was still talking, Vera Yves couldn’t hear anymore. She went online to search the news, finding a few pixelated photos.

In the photos, Cecilia Vaughn was supporting a man as they entered the hotel, the report described their night as passionate, stating they went to the hotel past midnight and left separately after six in the morning.

She had seen him last night, wearing the same clothes.

Vera Yves refreshed the page, but even those few blurry photos vanished without a trace.

Vera Yves gripped the phone tightly, her mind blank.

If he and Cecilia Vaughn were so entangled, why the pretense of sending her abroad?

Vera Yves tossed the phone aside, got up to wash and dress, and went downstairs.

After having breakfast, a servant brought in a box, "Ma’am, someone just delivered this."