Together Apart: Her White Moonlight Has Returned Too-Chapter 183: Would He Please You Like I Do?

Vera Yves returned to reality, saw the person in front of her clearly, and sighed in relief, nestling into his arms. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Walter Lowell promptly arranged for bodyguards to drive away those reporters.

Sitting in the car, Winston Valentine held Vera Yves’s hand, "Those people have been driven away and won’t bother you again."

Hannah Hayes’s phone call came through, Vera answered.

"Vera, did the reporters not go to the hospital? I don’t know whether these people have gone crazy or what, they’ve actually found my home and want to interview me! I directly chased them out! They are still waiting outside."

Hannah Hayes grew more and more indignant, "You’re not a superstar, why are these journalists trying so hard to interview you?"

Vera’s thoughts were a bit scattered, she responded with a few words and hung up the call.

"Stay with me at the villa tonight?"

Vera hadn’t responded yet when the phone rang again, it was Zoe Monroe, Vera answered the phone, Zoe worriedly asked, "Vera, are you alright?"

"I’m fine."

Zoe hesitantly said, "My cousin wants to say a few words to you..."

"No need." Vera interrupted her, "I’m really fine."

She had heard words of apology too many times.

After hanging up, Winston Valentine took her phone and instructed the driver to head back to the villa.

At the villa, Winston Valentine headed to the study, while Vera fetched a change of clothes and took a bath.

Winston Valentine stood by the study window and called Melinda Shelby.

"Mom, everything in moderation."

"Feeling sorry now?" Melinda Shelby’s voice was cold, "She ignored my advice and insisted on being with you. It’s just a small lesson for her."

"Don’t touch her." Winston Valentine clenched the phone, "I’m begging you."

"Begging me?" Melinda Shelby never thought that her son, who never yielded, would one day beg her, let alone for Vera Yves, it can’t be for Vera Yves! How can it be!

"What do you have to offer me? Winston Valentine, everything you have now was given by me!" Melinda Shelby forcefully threw the wine glass in her hand, the dark red liquid soaking into the carpet.

"I guarantee Tristan Valentine will definitely not marry that woman."

Melinda Shelby’s gaze flickered, this time Tristan Valentine was indeed determined to go all out, "What do you have to guarantee me?"

"As long as you don’t touch Vera Yves, the leverage I hold is enough for him to give up marrying that woman."

Melinda Shelby sneered, "Alright, I won’t touch her, you’re truly my good son, using the strategies learned in business even against me, I truly didn’t raise you for nothing!"

Vera Yves finished her bath and dried her hair, Linda Young sent several messages. She had been in the studio all afternoon, only noticing the online buzz after wrapping up work.

Vera Yves replied with a video, discussing the program team wanting to terminate her contract.

She didn’t mind the termination, but couldn’t accept the rationale the program team used.

After chatting for a while, Linda Young noticed the background behind her, "Are you in Winston Valentine’s marital home?"

Only then did Vera Yves remember where she was.

Linda Young paused for a moment, "Since you choose to restart with him, I respect your decision, but it’s best not to create any complications, remember to take precautions."

Vera Yves’s cheeks flushed, "I’m not in that state of mind right now."

"Just because you aren’t, doesn’t mean that scoundrel isn’t! Why else would he take you back?" Linda Young looked disdainful, "Didn’t you say he’s better in bed than Miles Monroe, see it as an opportunity for..."

Noticing the door opening, Vera Yves hurriedly ended the video, what was Linda saying? When did she ever say such things?

Winston Valentine sat beside her, his expression unchanged, "Why is your face so red?"

He probably didn’t hear it, right?

Vera Yves touched her cheek, "Is it?"

Winston Valentine leaned on the sofa, "I’m feeling dizzy, could you massage me?"

Vera Yves wanted to get up but was pulled by Winston Valentine onto his lap, "Massage me here."

"How do I massage here?" Vera Yves tried to get up but Winston Valentine wouldn’t let go, pulling her closer, inhaling the pleasant scent she carried.

His warm breath spread over her chest.

Unable to retreat, Vera Yves had to extend her fingers, threading through his dark hair, gently massaging his scalp.

"A bit farther back." His voice turned slightly husky.

Vera moved her fingers backward, "Here?"

"A bit farther back."

She continued to move backward, warm lips brushed against her collarbone, causing Vera Yves to intensify the pressure of her fingers, "Winston Valentine!"

"This pressure is just right now."

Vera Yves continued to massage him, the surroundings were quiet, one could even hear the sound of him kissing her skin, she lightly tilted her head back, her fingers relaxed, then placed them on him.

Long fingers wandered freely, always accurately finding every sensitive spot.

It felt like a kind of torture, Vera Yves felt her heart being lifted high, yet he refused to let go.

Nosing into his shoulder, Vera Yves gasped for breath.

Winston Valentine kissed her ear, a husky voice tinged with desire, "Vera Yves, does he know how to please you like I do?"

Vera Yves’s eyelashes trembled, she turned and kissed him lightly on the lips, "Go take a bath, okay?"

Winston Valentine got up, carried her to the bed, stroked her cheek, and went to the bathroom.

Vera Yves burrowed under the covers, her mind unwittingly flashing with Jane Shea’s "advice", men like Winston Valentine had cruelty and tenderness like two extremes.

Thinking of his past cruelty, thinking of his current gentleness, thinking of his numerous reckless acts, a tear slipped down the corner of her eye.

His hate and his affection were both so intense, she probably could never match him.

Her nerves, tense all day, gradually relaxed, Vera Yves closed her eyes.

Winston Valentine came out of the bathroom and saw the woman already sleeping, looking helpless.

Pulled her into his arms, noticing the tears at the corner of her eyes, Winston Valentine lowered his head, kissing away that tear, "Don’t cry for him ever again, okay?"

Early the next morning, when Vera Yves woke up, Winston Valentine was already out of bed.

She washed up, changed, and went downstairs, seeing the man busy in the kitchen. She thought she was dreaming.

Winston Valentine placed breakfast on the table, seeing Vera Yves, he chuckled, "Leaving me aside, sleeping so well, haven’t had enough sleep?"

Vera Yves felt a bit embarrassed, looking at the apron he wore, "When did you learn to make breakfast?"

"Didn’t I promise you I’d cook for you from now on."

Seeing her still standing still, Winston Valentine walked over, bent down, and pinched her cheek, his dark eyes filled with unrestrained heat, "If you’re not hungry, I don’t mind filling my stomach first."