Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 9: This Is My Bottom Line

Winston Valentine didn’t respond.

Old Mrs. Valentine glared at him, "Do you want me to investigate myself?"

"Grandma, no..."

"It was me who accidentally bumped into her," Winston Valentine quickly said.

Vera Yves remained silent; he was planning to cover for Samantha Warren.

Old Mrs. Valentine angrily slapped him hard, "I’m old, but not so old that my eyes are failing. Can one accidentally hit like this? Why don’t I accidentally slap you too!"

Winston Valentine’s attitude was sincere, "Grandma, I was wrong. I won’t dare do it again."

Old Mrs. Valentine looked at him irritably, "You didn’t hit me, so why are you apologizing to me?"

Winston Valentine hesitated for a moment and looked at Vera Yves, "Honey, I was wrong. Can you forgive me?"

For the past three years, the two had acted lovingly in front of Old Mrs. Valentine numerous times, and were well-rehearsed. But this time, Vera Yves wasn’t inclined to cooperate.

"Asking for forgiveness requires sincerity," Old Mrs. Valentine looked at him disapprovingly. "For these three days, you’re not allowed to go anywhere. Just stay home and take care of Vera. When Vera is satisfied and forgives you, you can go out."

Old Mrs. Valentine threw down her words and left.

Winston Valentine looked at her and sarcastically said, "When will you come up with something new? Besides seeking pity from grandma, what else can you do?"

"Did I make Samantha Warren slap me? Did I tell you to take that slap for her? The door is right there; you can leave anytime you want, no one is stopping you," Vera Yves replied coldly.

Seeing her tense expression, Winston Valentine approached her, "It’s rare, turns out Mrs. Valentine has a temper too."

"Because I’m human, not a pet you can call and dismiss at will."

Vera Yves didn’t look at him, turned around, and went upstairs. She didn’t turn on the light, went straight into the quilt.

She didn’t know how long it had been. As she was dozing off, someone turned on the bedside lamp, and then touched her face. Vera Yves brushed away the man’s hand, "Winston Valentine, I’m not in the mood right now."

The man casually said, "Women are often contradictory. They say no, but deep down they want it."

Vera Yves sat up angrily and saw Winston Valentine in pajamas, holding ointment, looking leisurely at her.

Vera Yves’ cheeks flushed instantly.

She turned her face away, "Is it fun to tease people?"

"I was just stating the facts."

Vera Yves ignored him, grabbed the quilt, and wanted to continue sleeping.

"Come here and apply this medicine," Winston Valentine’s voice was hoarse, "Or do what you want to do."

What does he mean by what she wants to do? How can this man be so shameless!

Vera Yves had no choice but to come to his side, turning her face.

Winston Valentine used the pad of his finger to take some ointment and gently rubbed it onto the red mark on her cheek.

Vera Yves was wearing a pale pink camisole nightgown, made of satin, very smooth. Because of her sideways movement, it exposed a large area of cleavage in the front.

Winston Valentine’s movements were gentle, and Vera Yves felt a little itchy, wanting to move.

"Don’t move."

Noticing his voice was a bit hoarse, Vera Yves couldn’t help but look up at him, then followed his gaze downward. Everything was in full view. Vera Yves turned red in the face and quickly covered her chest, "Pervert!"

"Pervert?" Winston Valentine lifted her chin with his fingers, "Since when did Mrs. Valentine become so innocent?"

Vera Yves pushed away his hand, took the ointment and turned her back, "I’ll apply it myself."

Winston Valentine hugged her from behind, "Then I can free up my hands to do what Mrs. Valentine wants to do."

Vera Yves thought of the painful trip to the hospital, her eyes dimmed a bit, she grabbed his restless hand, "I’m uncomfortable."

Fine kisses landed on her neck.

"Is it physically uncomfortable, or mentally uncomfortable?"

"Does it make a difference in your eyes?"

"Of course, there’s a difference," Winston Valentine’s kiss fell behind her ear again, "If you’re physically uncomfortable, I won’t force you. But if you’re mentally uncomfortable... then bear it. After all, I’ve been enduring for three years, haven’t I?"

So, all this while married to her for three years, he’s been enduring?

"Winston Valentine, you won’t allow me to mention divorce, and I won’t allow you to cheat. That’s my bottom line."

Winston Valentine pressed her down, laughed sarcastically, "Mrs. Valentine’s bottom line is really low."

...

Winston Valentine stayed at the villa for three consecutive days. Except for returning to the bedroom at night, most of the time he was in the study working, quietly as if he didn’t exist.

Meanwhile, Vera Yves was busying herself with the flowers and plants in the backyard, dabbling in culinary skills at the same time.

Hannah Hayes sent fish soup to the villa, even called specially to remind her, "Vera, the previous incident at Winston’s company was mom being impulsive. Consider this fish soup mom’s apology to him. Please heat it up and serve it to him."

Vera Yves thought of the man’s domineering attitude at night, feeling unwilling.

But mom’s previous behavior at the company was indeed somewhat excessive.

Vera Yves pondered for a bit, then decided to heat the fish soup, poured a bowl and took it upstairs.

She had just passed the corner of the staircase when Winston Valentine suddenly rushed over fast and urgent. Vera Yves couldn’t dodge in time, a bowl of hot soup spilled all over the back of her hand.

"Bang!" The porcelain bowl fell to the ground and shattered.

Vera Yves ignored the pain, chased after him for two steps, "Winston Valentine, where are you going?"

All that responded was the man’s increasingly distant silhouette.

Vera Yves looked at the increasingly red hand, the pain seemed to spread from the back of her hand to her heart. She ran back to her room, found the ointment and applied it, but her hand still hurt terribly.

In the afternoon, Vera Yves was called back to the old house, Samantha Warren was sitting in the living room, crying with bloodshot eyes, surrounded by a group of people.

Upon seeing Vera Yves, Samantha Warren immediately rushed over and grabbed her hand, "Vera Yves, I was wrong. I’m begging you, please spare Cecilia! As long as you let her come back alive, I’ll make sure she goes abroad, far away from you and Winston!"

Vera Yves’ hand had just been burned, and being grabbed like that by Samantha Warren brought excruciating pain and made her furrow her brows.

"I’ll kneel for you! Please, I’m begging you, is that enough?"

Vera Yves finally couldn’t stand it anymore and withdrew her hand.

Samantha Warren’s gesture was merely for show, but Vera Yves’ withdrawal resulted in her losing balance and kneeling on one leg.

Vera Yves hurried to support her, and as Fourth Madam Jean Taylor came over, she discreetly pushed away Vera Yves’ hand and helped Samantha Warren, "Vera Yves, don’t think you can do whatever you want just because the old lady favors you! How dare you make your aunt kneel to you!"

"I didn’t."

Samantha Warren cried until her eyes were red, "Vera Yves, as long as you tell me where Cecilia is, I won’t hold anything against you! Please..."

Vera Yves shook her head, "Cecilia Vaughn’s matter has nothing to do with me."

Samantha Warren cried even more at this, Jean Taylor comforted her, "Alright, sister-in-law, Winston has used all his resources to find Cecilia, I’m sure there will be news of her soon."

"Who could Cecilia have offended right after returning to the country? Who could be so heartless?"

Jean Taylor glanced at Vera Yves, mocking, "Cecilia’s return impacted someone the most, who else but her? Sister-in-law, don’t worry too much. With Winston around, no matter who it is, Winston will seek justice for Cecilia."