Daddy! Mommy Is Pregnant Again novel Chapter 386

Violet didn't respond to her greeting, but only asked coldly, "Miss Ellis, why did you come out of my husband's room at this late hour?"

Ivy gently ruffled her wig, "Well, Stanley came back from drunk, so I helped him to his room."

Stanley went out for a drink?

Violet frowned, not feeling well.

He went out drinking without telling her, but came back drunk and had Ivy help him back to his room.

Thinking of that, Violet's palms squeezed tightly and her voice stiffened, "Well, then I really thank you for taking such good care of my husband."

"Never mind, Stanley wants water, there's no water in the room, so I go down and get him some."

Saying that, Ivy was about to go downstairs.

Violet called out to her, "No need, Miss Ellis, since I'm here now, as his wife, I should take care of him, so don’t bother."

Ivy smiled, "It is ok, Stanley is so good to me, I should take care of him."

"Miss Ellis, don't forget, I'm Stanley's wife. Since I am here, it's not your turn to take care of him. The one you should take care of is Dr. Baxter, so Miss Ellis, I hope you pay attention to your manners, otherwise you will make Dr. Baxter sad."

With those words, Violet withdrew her gaze, stopped looking at her, and went straight downstairs.

Ivy stood still, her hands clasped tightly on the railing, her face twisted slightly as she couldn't maintain the smile.

The meaning of Violet's words was clearly a warning to her.

But it didn't matter, she wanted to see how much longer Violet could be complacent.

Violet didn't know what Ivy was thinking, she poured a glass of water and went upstairs, then opened the door to Stanley's room and entered.

The room was brightly lit, and Stanley was lying on the bed, his eyes tightly closed, his cheeks flushed, his body emitting a strong smell of alcohol. He was so drunken and unconscious.

His jacket was gone, and he was wearing only a shirt, which was messy and had two buttons falling apart at the collar, and his tie was hanging loosely around his neck.

Violet sighed and gently called out to the man, "Stanley, wake up."

It wasn't clear if the man heard it or not, and his frown deepened.

When Violet saw that he didn't wake up, she had no choice but to take a sip of water herself, and then lowered her head, ferrying the water into his mouth in a mouth-to-mouth manner.

After repeating for a few times, the glass of water ran out.

Violet was relieved to see that Stanley's frown wasn't that bad anymore.

"How much you have been drunk?" Violet muttered as she sniffed the smell of alcohol in the air.

She then spread her hand to wipe Stanley's forehead again, trying to see if he had a fever or something.

After all, sometimes it did seem easy to get a fever when you've had too much wine.

Fortunately, Stanley didn't have a fever, but was simply drunk.

Violet felt relieved. And then she got up and went to the bathroom to get a basin of water out, helped him clean his face and body.

After doing this, Violet covered Stanley with the blanket and was prepared to go out.

Suddenly, Stanley grabbed her hand violently and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Don't go!"

Thinking he was awake, Violet turned around to check on him, only to find that he was just talking in his sleep.

"Don't go!" Stanley repeated again.

"I'm not leaving." Violet sat back down on the edge of the bed.

Maybe he heard it and took her hand, loosening the strength slightly.

Violet just looked at him.

After watching for an unknown amount of time, the flush on his face gradually dissipated, and he supposed to have been sobered up a bit.

As expected, Stanley's eyelids twitched, and the next second, his eyes opened.

Seeing Violet, he frowned, "What are you doing here?"

Violet's face, which was originally surprised, stiffened when she heard his cold voice, "Stanley, you're drunk, I am here to take care of you."