Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 75: No Boy Could Bear to Refuse

The glaring white light made her eyes ache, and warm tears fell. Vera Yves closed her eyes.

After more than three years, once a child had tightly bound them together, now it had brought them back to their original tracks.

Sitting on the bench outside the operating room, Winston Valentine leaned against the back of the seat. He reached into his pocket for a cigarette, but remembering he was at the hospital, he put it back.

Time ticked away slowly.

His hand clenched and unclenched, while uncontrollably in his mind, a particular summer afternoon flashed.

His grandfather was then paralyzed in bed, and Old Mr. Yves would visit three times a week for acupuncture treatment.

Occasionally, a little tail would follow behind Old Mr. Yves.

At that time, he was almost in his senior year of college. Tristan Valentine insisted he start from the bottom at the Valentine Group, while his mother wanted him to continue his studies.

The two rarely met, but when they did, they argued fiercely, with no one bothering to ask for his opinion.

Feeling frustrated, he went and smoked at the stairwell window. Not even having finished one cigarette, a coughing sound was heard.

"Who’s smoking here? It smells awful." The girl made no effort to hide her disgust.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw the little girl who once reached his chest had already grown up.

She had her hair in a bun, wearing a red puff-sleeved dress, her untouched face radiant and youthful.

The girl poked her head out to look around, and by some strange impulse, he extinguished the cigarette and stepped aside.

Seeing no one there, the girl let out a sigh of relief and pulled a crumpled piece of paper from her dress pocket, taking one deep breath, then another.

"Miles, today is my eighteenth birthday, I’m an adult now. You always said I was just a kid, but now I’m mature..."

She lowered her head to glance at the words on the paper, "Woman? No, no, scratch that line!"

Her cheeks flushed slightly, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "I have a secret, kept for many, many years, today I want to tell you..."

Time seemed to stand still.

A gentle breeze swayed the strands of her hair on her forehead, carrying with it the summer heat. She opened her eyes, her watery gaze gleaming like stars in a dark night.

"Miles, I like you, really, really like you..."

He thought such a look, no boy would bear to refuse.

The girl’s shoulders drooped once again, "Is that too straightforward? What if it scares him away?"

He leaned against the window, fiddling with the cigarette stub, listening as she agonized for quite a while, with every expression of hers too lively to forget.

He suddenly felt envious of the man she liked.

His thoughts returned to the present, Winston Valentine lowered his head, feeling a bit warm in his eyes.

After marrying him, the stars in her eyes had fallen, she was like a soulless puppet, with any liveliness from his uncontrollable possessiveness.

Even if there wasn’t love, even if it was hate, he supposed he could still hold some place in her heart.

Winston smiled self-mockingly, fearing that one day she wouldn’t even spare him the hate.

The door to the operating room was pushed open, Winston Valentine stood up.

Vera Yves came out of the operating room, her face pale, and he instinctively moved forward to support her.

Vera pushed his hand away, her voice devoid of warmth, "Once you’ve signed the papers, let me know. We’ll go to the civil affairs bureau to get the divorce papers, I have time anytime."

Winston retracted his hand, "No rush."

"I’m in a hurry." Vera walked forward without turning back.

Winston watched her feeble figure slowly fade away until she vanished, then slumped back onto the seat in dismay.

Vera asked the escort to take her back to the villa, and upon entering, noticed two additional people inside.

The servant informed her these were sent by Winston Valentine to serve her.

Vera recalled that shortly after they got married, she realized the pregnancy was a false alarm, but Winston Valentine publicly stated it was a miscarriage.

Old Mrs. Valentine personally came to see her and brought two nutritionists.

Without much of a reaction, Vera dismissed them, then headed upstairs. After a nap, she began to regain some of her energy.

In the evening, Linda Young called, asking if her morning sickness had improved.

The tears Vera had held back for so long finally fell.

"The baby is gone."

The little life connected to her by blood had already become a pool of blood, gone forever.

Linda Young asked concernedly about something, and Vera briefly explained.

Linda Young angrily concluded, "Those scum deserve a bad end in the future!"

The servant brought her dinner to the room.

Vera got up and ate a little, then packed some luggage and drove directly back to The Yves Family.

Hannah Hayes was briefly stunned upon seeing her, "Why didn’t you call ahead before coming home?"

Upon entering, Vera finally felt a bit warm.

Hannah Hayes smiled at her, "Why are you wrapped up so tightly? Have you had dinner?"

Vera nodded, "I want to stay at home for a while."

Hannah Hayes looked at the suitcase by her feet, suspiciously looking at her, "Did you and Winston really have a fight? No, wait, your dad went to the Valentine Group to sign a contract with him this afternoon."

He acted quickly indeed.

"Is it wrong to miss you and dad?" Vera didn’t want to explain further and went upstairs.

Hannah Hayes didn’t ask much more, thinking if there were real issues in their relationship, the Valentine Group wouldn’t collaborate with Yves Group.

Vera stayed at The Yves Family for two days and physically recovered a lot. However, she still hadn’t received Winston Valentine’s call to proceed with the divorce procedures.

Zoe Monroe heard she returned home and reported daily to The Yves Family. Hannah Hayes was so pleased she didn’t bring up the idea of Vera only staying a day or two before returning to the villa.

"My dad wants me to go on blind dates, says I’ll be an old maid if I’m not married by twenty-eight at the end of the year." Zoe Monroe looked indignant, "Am I old?"

Vera shook her head, "You look at most eighteen."

Mark Yves happened to be called by Hannah Hayes to bring fruits to them, and heard Vera’s comments, rolling his eyes dramatically, "Vera, don’t you feel guilty saying that?"

Vera threw a pillow at him, "Call me sis, show some respect!"

"What, is it a crime to speak the truth?" Zoe Monroe looked at him discontentedly.

Mark Yves helplessly looked at them, "I’d say, you two, it’s snowing outside, want to build a snowman?"

"Sure, sure!" Zoe Monroe was bored to the point of wilting.

Vera shook her head, "I don’t want to go."

"What’s wrong, Vera, weren’t you the one who used to love building snowmen the most?"

"Not anymore." Vera smiled, "You two go ahead, don’t mind me."

Hannah Hayes came into the room with hot soup, not forgetting to jest, "What, are the servants at The Valentine Family not as good as your mom? You had to come home for the service?"

Vera took the hot soup handed to her, "Where can the servants’ soup ever be as good as yours?"

"We’ll go build a snowman, then come back to call you!" Zoe Monroe pushed Mark Yves, greeted Hannah Hayes, and went downstairs.

Hannah Hayes watched them with satisfaction, "Look how perfect they are together."

Vera quietly drank the soup without responding.

"I heard the Monroe Family is currently searching for a suitable marriage partner for Miles Monroe." Hannah Hayes sighed, "After all that fuss, isn’t it still about finding a woman who matches in status?"

Vera wasn’t in the mood to listen, instead hesitantly asking, "Mom, if I divorce Winston Valentine..."