Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 90: You Don’t Want Me?

Vera Yves fiercely glared at Mark Yves, who was being pinned down on the sofa.

"He owes money, and we’ll just pay it back." Vera’s voice was icy, "In a society governed by law, I advise you not to break the law knowingly."

"Here, I am the law!" The man stood up, his gaze greedily fixated on Vera. Winston Valentine’s wife was indeed quite beautiful, and her figure was quite good.

"Do you know that recently there’s been a bet going around in the circle?"

Vera silently reached for her phone, still maintaining a calm demeanor. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Everyone’s betting on who will be the first to sleep with Winston Valentine’s wife!"

Laughter erupted around them.

Vera was trembling with anger.

"Tonight, I’ll be the first!"

Vera turned to run, but a few people were already blocking the door of the private room. Vera struggled to remain calm, dialing a number, but her phone was snatched away in the next second.

The man held a wine bottle, sauntering toward Vera, then abruptly pinched her chin, pouring the wine down her throat.

"Let her go, damn it!" Mark broke free, his eyes filled with rage as if he wanted to kill someone.

But was immediately tackled to the ground by two burly men.

The spicy liquor burned Vera’s throat, causing her to choke without being able to cough, almost suffocating.

The man released Vera, tossed the bottle aside, and smiled sinisterly, "I don’t like forcing women. Soon you’ll be begging me!"

Vera weakly collapsed to the ground, watching the man’s back. Suddenly, she picked up the wine bottle beside her.

"Bang!"

The bottle shattered on impact, and the man clutched the back of his head in disbelief, feeling the wetness, "You dare smash me!"

Vera held the broken glass to her neck, "You wouldn’t want to cause a death, would you?"

The man clutched his wound, gritting his teeth, "You’ve been ruined by Winston, and you still pretend to be chaste here! Slash away, I dare you!"

Vera pressed harder.

Blood trickled down her pale neck, a shocking sight.

"Vera!" Mark’s eyes widened in fear.

Seeing the man still wouldn’t relent, Vera intensified her pressure. The place where the man was hit throbbed with pain, erasing all thoughts. Though he was rebellious, causing a death would ruin him in his father’s eyes!

"Open the door!"

Reaching outside the room, Vera’s vision blurred, and changes started occurring within her body.

"Sis, are you okay?"

Vera pushed Mark away, "Call the police first!"

Only then did Mark grab his phone.

Vera staggered toward the elevator, dizziness overwhelming her. She reached out, wanting to press the button, but collapsed before she could.

A pair of clean, warm hands caught her body. The next second, she was lifted into someone’s arms.

Seeing the man’s cold, hard profile, Vera struggled, "Let me go."

Winston Valentine’s handsome face was filled with coldness, "You’re bleeding."

"I won’t die." Vera pushed him away, "I don’t need you to care."

"If you don’t want my care, stop flaunting yourself in front of me all day!" Winston carried her into the elevator.

Mark hurriedly rushed over, trying to enter.

Winston glared at him menacingly, "If you don’t want to die, get lost!"

The elevator doors slowly closed.

Only then did Mark recover, nervously pressing the elevator button, acting all high and mighty like he was still Vera’s husband?

The pain from the cut on her neck gradually faded, replaced by the ever-growing sensations in her body, especially as she leaned against Winston.

The elevator doors opened, and Vera, with her last shred of reason, struggled to escape from his embrace.

She only managed a few steps before dizziness overwhelmed her, and she fell to the ground.

Winston strode over, scooped her up with one hand, disregarded her struggles, and took her out of the lobby, stuffing her directly into the car.

Upon seeing the familiar car, Vera struggled even harder.

Winston instructed the driver to head to the hospital, then raised the partition, holding her down, "Vera, don’t be ungrateful!"

"You promised me that next time we met, we’d treat each other as strangers!"

"Seeing a stranger in such a state, I would still take her to the hospital."

"Give me a break!" Vera sneered, "You’re such a good Samaritan!"

Winston sneered back, "Don’t tell me you’re oblivious to your current condition."

Vera pushed him away, hugging herself tighter.

Winston adjusted his clothes, "I could be more gracious and send you to Miles."

"Winston, aren’t you disgusting?"

"I’m doing you a favor, don’t bite the hand that feeds you!"

Vera pinched her wound hard, using the pain to keep herself rational, "You’re the dog!"

Winston noticed her action, grabbed her wrist. The wound, three to four centimeters long with the edges turned out, was no longer bleeding but was shocking to see.

"Let me go!" Vera pulled back.

Winston gave a strong tug, Vera was already weak, and with that tug, she fell into his arms.

Vera struggled to get up, but Winston suddenly cupped her head, "Don’t move."

Afraid she’d hurt herself again, Winston maintained a firm grip.

Vera moved slightly, unable to contend with him. Her body felt unbearable, her mind a jumble of thoughts.

Her breathing became more hurried, her sanity gradually slipping away.

Noticing her stop struggling, Winston looked down at her,

"Who cut you?"

Vera, barely audible, replied in her mind, "None of your damn business."

"Does it hurt?"

No shit, try cutting yourself and see.

"Why are you still so stupid?"

You’re the stupid one! Your whole family is stupid!

Vera weakly punched him, her small hand pressing against his chest through his shirt, her mind filled with memories of all those days and nights he had kept her under lock and key.

These memories ran wild in Vera’s mind like untamed horses breaking free.

Her mouth dry and parched, she looked up at his moving Adam’s apple, blaming him for turning her into this, wondering how he could be so damnable.

Suddenly, Vera sat up and bit down.

Winston winced, pulling her away, and seeing her flushed cheeks and dazed eyes, he knew the effects of the drug had kicked in.

"Just a little longer, we’re almost at the hospital."

Watching his lips move, Vera swallowed, leaning closer.

Winston pushed her away with a blank face and called Theodore Xavier, asking him to check who was in the private room tonight.

After hanging up, Vera’s soft hands slid into his shirt, causing Winston’s body to tense, "Vera!"

He pulled her hand out of his clothes, his face darkening, "Behave yourself!"

Seeing his expression, Vera felt a twinge of grievance, and her small hand reached downward again.

Grabbing her hand trying to undo his belt, Winston forcefully pushed her onto the seat beside him. Vera wrapped both arms around his neck, pulling him along.

Winston closed his eyes tightly, veins bulging on his neck, "Open your eyes and see who I am!"

Vera’s eyes were glazed, and she licked her dry lips, "Husband, don’t you want me?"

With a "boom," Winston forgot to react.

The next second, her soft lips pressed against his.