Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 16: Don’t Forget You’re My Wife

Hannah Hayes heard this and struggled to kowtow to the ground.

Vera Yves couldn’t stop her, "Thud!" The sound made Vera Yves’ heart ache.

"Cecilia Vaughn!" Vera Yves looked angrily at Cecilia Vaughn.

Linda Young was also furious, "Cecilia Vaughn, is this how you treat Winston Valentine’s mother-in-law? Does Winston Valentine know?"

Cecilia Vaughn took out a cell phone and waved it in front of Vera Yves, "You should recognize this phone, right? Originally, Winston was accompanying me to relax, but someone insisted on bothering him. He couldn’t be bothered, so he threw the phone to me, thus I arranged for Mrs. Yves to come here."

Vera Yves naturally knew the two had gone out together and recognized it as Winston Valentine’s private phone.

Thinking about the things he said, Vera Yves felt a blockage in her heart. Whether or not Mark Yves can be forgiven is up to Cecilia Vaughn, so all this was tacitly approved by him.

"Winston Valentine, that dog!" Linda Young cursed in anger.

Hannah Hayes looked at Cecilia Vaughn, "Miss Vaughn, I really know I was wrong, please, spare my Mark!" Saying this, she was about to kowtow to the ground again.

"Mom, please don’t kowtow. Please get up, won’t you?" Vera Yves forcefully supported Hannah Hayes.

Hannah Hayes was unwilling to get up, she only knew that if she didn’t kowtow these three times, Mark Yves would be caught and sentenced.

Vera Yves really couldn’t pull her up, she could only hold her tightly. Hannah Hayes pleaded, "Vera, please let go of me, let me kowtow!"

Seeing her mother’s despairing eyes, thinking of Winston Valentine’s ruthlessness, Vera Yves closed her eyes. She looked at Cecilia Vaughn, "The person you resent is me, I’ll kowtow for her, let her get up."

"Vera, you’ve gone mad!" Linda Young shouted angrily, she grabbed one of the people, "Aren’t you Winston Valentine’s good friends? Call him over!"

No one paid attention to her.

Cecilia Vaughn looked at her smugly, "Alright, you kowtow."

Hannah Hayes grabbed Vera Yves, "Vera, your mom’s old, she can afford to lose face, but you can’t!"

Face? When did she ever have face in front of Winston Valentine’s friends?

Everyone around collectively held their breath, Winston Valentine’s wife kneeling to someone? They desperately wanted to post about this historical lesson on social media.

Hannah Hayes shook her head, "Vera, you can’t kowtow! Let mom do it!"

Vera Yves smiled at her, "Mom, Mark got into this mess for me, so I’ll kneel for him. Please get up, okay?"

Vera Yves helped her up and looked at Cecilia Vaughn, who swirled her wine glass and smiled at her.

Vera Yves took a deep breath, just as she was about to kneel, the private room door was opened, Winston Valentine entered in a suit, bringing in a breeze. He grabbed Vera Yves’ arm and said coldly, "What are you doing?"

Cecilia Vaughn’s smile froze.

Vera Yves looked indifferently at him, "I’m kneeling to Cecilia Vaughn, asking her to spare Mark Yves."

Vera Yves was still about to kneel.

Winston Valentine tightened his grip on her arm.

"Winston Valentine, when you reported to the police, wasn’t this the result you wanted?" Vera Yves looked at him with hateful eyes, "Didn’t you want me to beg her? Two kneels, is that enough? Or do I need to keep kneeling until everyone is satisfied?"

Vera Yves tried to shake off his hand, but couldn’t break free.

Winston Valentine dragged her out of the private room.

"Winston!" Cecilia Vaughn stood up, her previous arrogance replaced with vulnerability, as if a gust of wind would knock her over, "My head suddenly really hurts... will you take me to the hospital?"

Winston Valentine’s steps paused.

Vera Yves sneered, waiting for him to let go.

"Walter Lowell, take Miss Six to the hospital!"

Winston Valentine said this and pulled Vera Yves out, not even glancing at Cecilia Vaughn.

Cecilia Vaughn bit her teeth in resentment.

Linda Young supported Hannah Hayes, "Auntie, I’ll take you home."

Hannah Hayes, thinking of Winston Valentine’s gloomy face when he left with Vera Yves, worriedly said, "Vera won’t be in trouble, will she?"

Linda Young glanced at Cecilia Vaughn, sarcastically saying, "What trouble can Vera have? Married couples fight at the head of the bed, and make up at the foot, a small quarrel between them, some clown blowing things out of proportion."

Cecilia Vaughn’s face distorted with anger.

Walter Lowell walked to Cecilia Vaughn’s side, "Miss Six, can you walk by yourself?"

Cecilia Vaughn clenched her palms, stomping out, Walter Lowell added, "Miss Six, President Valentine’s phone..."

Cecilia Vaughn’s steps paused, she threw the phone to Walter Lowell, then left the private room.

Walter Lowell kept the phone, and looked towards the surrounding onlookers, "Everyone, President Valentine has instructed, tonight’s matters are the Valentine Family’s domestic affairs. If any photos or information gets out, it won’t be good for anyone."

Everyone was a bit surprised, wasn’t Winston Valentine treating his wife as if she was nothing?

Winston Valentine stormed out with Vera Yves’ wrist, striding towards the club’s exit, Vera Yves was almost being pulled along by him, struggling all the way, unable to break free, "Winston Valentine, where are you taking me? Let go of me!"

Seeing he still wouldn’t let go, Vera Yves was infuriated, she violently bit his hand.

Winston Valentine’s steps paused, finally letting go. The next second, Vera Yves felt the world spin as he carried her over his shoulder.

"Winston Valentine, put me down!" Vera Yves pounded his back with force.

Winston Valentine remained unmoved.

The driver was already waiting outside the club, seeing the two come out, hurriedly opened the car door.

Winston Valentine, with a gloomy face, stuffed Vera Yves into the car. Vera Yves tried to open the other door, Winston Valentine pulled her back, pinning her against the seat, "Are you done causing trouble?"

Was she the one causing trouble?

Vera Yves looked at him with teary eyes, "No!"

"Are you stupid? She tells you to kneel, and you kneel!" Winston Valentine looked at her coldly, anger disguised in his dark eyes, "Do you know whose face you lost by kneeling?"

"Lost face?" Vera Yves mocked him with a laugh, "Winston Valentine, when you decided to disregard our marriage and called the police, you should have known The Yves Family lost face!"

"Don’t forget, you’re my wife!"

Vera Yves retorted, "Am I? In three years of marriage, have you ever truly treated me as your wife?"

If you had, you wouldn’t have watched The Yves Family jump into the fire pit.

If you had, you wouldn’t have left me when I was in agony.

If you had, you wouldn’t have let Cecilia Vaughn deliberately trouble my mom, allowing it!

Winston Valentine looked at her aggrieved appearance and sneered, "If I never treated you as my wife, what have I been treating you as for the past three years?"

Vera Yves clenched her palm, self-mocking with a laugh, "A woman to satisfy your physical needs."

"You really think highly of yourself!" Winston Valentine suddenly pulled Vera Yves onto his lap, Vera Yves struggled with force, he grabbed her hair, lifting her head, "Satisfy? What woman like you, lies like a dead fish in bed!"

"Winston Valentine!" Vera Yves looked at him embarrassed, thinking of Cecilia Vaughn’s words, what’s worth holding onto? Anyway, he disliked her this much!

"Since you’re so dissatisfied with me, let’s divorce! Everything before was my fault, I apologize! I’ll talk to Grandma there, back then it was me..."

Winston Valentine suddenly exerted force.

Vera Yves’ face crumpled with pain.

"Do you think you can beckon me at will?"

Vera Yves looked at him painfully, "What exactly do you want? Since you hate me so much! Since you care so much about Cecilia Vaughn, why won’t you let me make way for you two?"