Chapter 386 Care
Violet didn''t respond to her greeting, but only asked coldly, "Miss Ellis, why did youe out of my
husband''s room at thiste 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 sped 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 becent.
Violet didn''t know what Ivy was thinking, she poured a ss 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 cor, 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 ss 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 nket 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."
Drunk?
Stanley was stunned at first, then remembered that he and Henry had gone out drinking because of
what had happened in the past two days. He then got drunk.
"Stanley, is there anything wrong with you?" Violet asked again when she saw his sudden silence.
Stanley noticed his hand was gripping hers, and after his eyes sank, he let go of his hand, "No, go out."
Violet had been disappointed for a moment because he had let go of her hand.
"Stanley, shall I stay here with you tonight?" Violet''s lips twitched, her eyes looking at him hopefully.
He wouldn''t give her a chance to talk about it.
Then she shall offer to stay, and maybe he would change his mind.
However, Stanley was unmoved. He lifted the quilt and sat up, rubbing his temples, his voice still icy,
"No, go away."
Violet bit up her lower lip, "Staley ......"
"Get out!" Stanley scolded in a low voice.
The glow in Violet''s eyes disappeared and her expression dimmed as she got up and turned towards
the door.
Her disappointment and despondency were all seen by Stanley, and a hint of intolerance shed in his
eyes.
But then the image of his parents in a car ident chilled his heart again.
Violet went out and gently closed the door behind her, then leaned against the door and looked up at
the ceiling of the hallway, holding back the tears in her eyes.
It was a while before she could barely adjust her mood and went back to her bedroom.
Violet lost sleep again this night.
The next day the two dark circles beneath her eyelids were more obvious, and it took a thickyer of
powder to hide them, but the exhaustion on her face and the weariness in her eyes could not be
concealed.
Stanley still left early and didn''t stay for breakfast for the past two days.
Violet looked at where he usually sat andughed bitterly in her heart.
He did not even eat with her now?
"Mommy." The two kids'' tender voices interrupted Violet''s spection.
Violet looked at them, "What''s wrong?"
"We''re going to bete for school." Calvin said.
It was already almost nine o''clock, so she put down her chopsticks, "Sorry, let''s go, i will take you to
school."
The two kids nodded.
Violet took them out of the vi.
After dropping off the two kids at the kindergarten, Violet drove to herpany.
Jessie saw her enter and smiled, "Violet, you''re just in time."
"What''s wrong?" Violet asked, barely able to muster up.
Jessie handed her a document, "It''s a magazine interview."
"An interview?" Violet took the document and flipped it over.
Jessie nodded, "Yes, it''s Century Magazine, one of the most influential magazines in the Asian fashion
industry, and their editor-in-chief called this morning saying he wanted to interview you."
"Why?" Violet wondered.
Although she''d got some fame in the country now, she was not close enough to qualify to be in this
magazine, she guessed.
This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.
She could be interviewed until she announced that she Mina after the internationalpetition.
"It was President of the Branch who introduced you, plus those clothes you designed in the country are
favored by Century Magazine. It is not a solo interview, they will interview another designer too." Jessie
exined.
Violet nodded, "I see, but who is the other designer?"
It didn''t matter if it was a solo interview, since it was good enough to be featured in this
magazine.