Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 132: Let’s Get Married

Miles Monroe came to his senses, hurriedly shielding Vera Yves in his arms. The drinks splashed onto his bespoke suit, leaving a red stain on his white shirt underneath.

Some remained on Vera Yves’ cheeks and hair tips as well.

Wendy Jennings casually threw the wine glass to the ground, "Vera Yves, today, in front of so many people, you must give Cecilia an explanation! Since you’re with Miles Monroe, why are you still trying to seduce your ex-husband!"

"Wendy Jennings, watch your language!" Miles Monroe carefully wiped the drink off Vera Yves’ face, angrily glaring at Wendy Jennings, "You’re not welcome here, please leave at once!"

"Miles Monroe, the green hat on your head is glowing!" Wendy Jennings suddenly took out a stack of photos and threw them at Miles Monroe, "Take a good look at the woman you’re holding in your arms! See how she’s secretly being ambiguous with other men!"

The photos scattered on the ground, and the surrounding people curiously looked over. Miles Monroe quickly bent down, picked up the photos, and froze when he saw the contents.

Vera Yves also saw those photos; they were from that night at the bar.

"What are you waiting for? Get her out!"

Miles Monroe put the photos away, his voice cold. The bodyguard beside him then came to his senses.

Wendy Jennings’ purpose had been achieved; she didn’t want to be thrown out and looked at Vera Yves smugly, "Vera Yves, isn’t it thrilling to have one foot in two boats?"

Vera Yves’ face looked somewhat pale; she hadn’t expected those scenes to be captured, especially in such an ambiguous way.

Penelope Langley was enraged, her face turning livid, and she left without a word.

Miles Monroe then draped his coat over Vera Yves, shielding her as they left the banquet hall.

Vera Yves looked at the shirt stained with red wine and wanted to return the coat to him, "Miles, are you cold?"

"Wear this."

Vera Yves saw his visibly displeased expression and explained bravely, "That night, Winston Valentine was drunk at the bar. I don’t know how the server called me; I thought it was you who got drunk..."

"Are you hungry?"

Miles Monroe interrupted her.

Before she could answer, he had already parked the car by the roadside and quickly bought roasted sweet potatoes back.

Vera Yves held the sweet potatoes in her hands and finally felt a bit warmer.

Upon returning to the apartment entrance, Vera Yves handed the coat back to him, but Miles Monroe didn’t accept it. Vera Yves met his eyes, feeling both unfamiliar and familiar.

Vera Yves held the sweet potatoes in front of them, "The sweet potatoes are a bit cold; I’ll microwave them to heat up."

"Besides holding you, did he do anything else to you?"

Vera Yves recalled being forcibly kissed by Winston Valentine at The Valentine Family’s old residence, unsure of how to explain, "No, there’s nothing between him and me!"

"Where were you that night when I called?"

"At that time, Winston Valentine snatched my phone. I wanted to get it back, but then he..." Before Vera Yves could finish, the man’s lips were already sealed over hers.

Unlike before, it was no longer gentle, nor just a light touch.

Miles Monroe held her waist, unlocked the door with his fingerprint, and brought her inside.

Vera Yves, unlike a naïve girl without experience, naturally understood what that look and kiss meant, but she wasn’t prepared.

Vera Yves pushed him away, "Miles, are you in your right mind right now?"

"Call me by my name." Miles Monroe gently caressed her cheek.

"Miles Monroe, are you sober now?"

"Vera, I haven’t had any drinks, nor am I blinded by anger." Miles Monroe looked at her tenderly, "Vera, I know what I’m doing."

The lips were kissed once more; this time, he was cautious, and Vera Yves was rendered breathless.

The sound of the phone ringing interrupted the ambiguity in the room. Miles Monroe released Vera Yves and glanced at the caller ID; his expression grew darker as he cut off the call, but the other side kept calling persistently.

Vera Yves saw an unsaved number on the screen, instinctively guessing it might be Jane Shea.

Vera Yves withdrew from his embrace.

The relentless ringing seemed like a provocation, cooling any enthusiasm. Vera Yves sat on the sofa beside, "Calling so late, perhaps they have an emergency."

Actually, Miles Monroe also wasn’t sure who this number belonged to. After all, Jane Shea’s number was already blocked, but she always called using new numbers.

Miles Monroe finally answered the call, and Jane Shea’s weak voice came through the receiver, "Miles, you finally answered my call... I’m in so much pain..."

Before Miles Monroe could speak, the other party had already hung up. When he called back, no one answered.

Miles Monroe picked up the coat beside, "Vera, I’m leaving first."

"Could you... not go?"

Miles Monroe walked to her side, ruffling her hair, "I’ll be back once I confirm she’s okay."

"Do you still like her?"

Miles Monroe kissed her forehead gently, "Right now, I only like you."

Miles Monroe left the apartment, taking away the intimacy, as well as seemingly the warmth of the room. Vera Yves felt a bit cold; she could have cried or shouted, asking him not to go.

But she knew him too well to let him suffer.

As expected, a woman being too understanding only results in self-compromise.

Vera Yves spent the night watching movies on the sofa, not waiting for Miles Monroe to return.

Hannah Hayes called her back to The Yves Family for dinner, subtly probing about those photos.

Only then did Vera Yves realize she now appeared as a two-timing unfaithful woman.

Vera Yves calmly explained, "Winston Valentine is sick."

Hannah Hayes snorted, "Men are such scum! When you were his wife, he treated you indifferently. Now, seeing you start a new relationship, he bothers you! The unreachable ones are always unsettled."

Vera Yves hadn’t expected Hannah Hayes to summarize it so well, smiling a bit.

"With things blown up like this, how will you explain to The Monroe Family?"

"As long as Miles trusts me, that’s enough." Vera Yves nonchalantly replied, anyway, she wasn’t planning on getting married.

As she left, Hannah Hayes advised her, whenever she sees Winston Valentine, she should kick him where it hurts to ensure his obedience next time.

Vera Yves thought to herself, you think I haven’t tried? That damn man reacted quickly.

On the way back to the apartment, a piece of news popped up on Weibo.

Jane Shea was preparing for a movie role. Because she had to portray a horse-riding female general, she had been practicing horse riding for a while.

Last night, during practice, she accidentally fell off the horse and was injured, reportedly severely.

A mysterious man personally sent her to the hospital and kept vigil all night.

Who else could the mysterious man be but Miles Monroe?

Vera Yves didn’t know how Jane Shea initially won over Miles Monroe, but among the many women who liked him, Jane Shea was the only successful one; her tactics seemed exceptional.

Thinking about how Jane Shea might intermittently entangle them in the future, Vera Yves felt annoyed, even considering breaking up with Miles Monroe.

Vera Yves ridiculed herself; she really was a coward, afraid of being dumped.

Miles Monroe arrived at the apartment in the evening, carrying a thermos flask. Vera Yves thought he had just come back from the hospital. Miles Monroe noticed her staring at the flask, smiled, and ruffled her hair, "Grandpa’s friend sent some pigeons; they made soup. He specifically asked me to bring some to you."

Vera Yves inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

Together, they went into the kitchen to pour out the soup.

"Miles..."

"Vera..." Miles Monroe hugged her from behind and whispered in her ear, "Let’s get married."