Chapter 55
The cold wind sted in, messing up her hair.
It also helped to calm her down quite a bit.
He just said that he didn''t necessarily want to be with her.
Maybe, just maybe, if she insisted on the divorce, he might agree one day...
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Thinking this, a sense of sce seeped into her anxious heart.
Once home, Lacey and the driver helped Elijah out of the car.
Seeing that he was taken care of, Violette silently retreated to her room.
Not long after, Lacey knocked on her door: "Mrs. Bourne, the boss won''t let us touch him. Could you
Clean his face and change his pajamas?
If he was in a vegetative state right now, she would undoubtedly take care of him without hesitation.
But he wasn''t!
Yes, he was drunk, but he didn''t pass out.
She still remembered the fight they had in the car on the way back.
"Why don''t we just let him sleep it off?" Violette suggested, "When he wakes up tomorrow morning, he''ll
naturally go take a shower and change his clothes. We don''t have to bother."
Lacey looked at her in shock: "Mrs. Bourne, how could we do that? Pleasee with me and give it a
try! Maybe if you''re the one to change his clothes, he won''t resist as much."
Upstairs, in the bedroom.
The door was wide open.
Elijah was lying on the bed, quiet as if he had fallen asleep.
Lacey nudged Violette towards the bed.
"Mre. Bourne, the boss is drunk. He might get up a lot during the night, and he might vomit. So, it would
be best if someone was there to take care of him." By the time Lacey had finished, Violette already
knew what she was getting at.
Just as she was about to refuse, Lacey continued, "His leg is at a critical recovery stage. The doctor
says he can''t get injured now, or it will affect hister rehabilitation. So, why don''t you sleep with him
tonight?"
Violette frowned.
The refusal she was about to voice was gradually swallowed back down.
Both emotionally and logically, she couldn''t refuse.
"Ma''am, you can wait until the boss falls asleep then wipe his face. If it''s difficult to change his clothes,
just help him take off the dirty ones, then let him sleep." Lacey said, standing at the door, leaving
Violette with herst instructions.
Violette felt a headacheing on.
After Lacey left, Violette begrudgingly walked over to the bed.
His eyes were tightly shut, his breathing a bit heavy. His face flushed an abnormal red, no telling how
much he had drunk.
She went to the bathroom, filled a basin with warm water.
After cing the basin on the nightstand, she sat down by the bed, reaching to unbutton his shirt.
As soon as her fingers touched his shirt, he detected the movement, quickly grabbing her hand, his
eyes flying open, filled with a dangerous and vignt look.
"Let go." Violette stared at his eyes, "Either you do it yourself or let me go."
Obviously, he didn''t want to do it himself.
He had a terrible headache.
Even though his mind hadn''tpletely copsed, his body was already paralyzed by alcohol.
He let go of her hand.
She sessfully took off his shirt, unbuckled his belt...
Just as she was about to pull down his trousers, he suddenly grabbed her hand tightly, v
ery tightly.
"Who let you into my room?!" His chest heaved, his breathing heavy, "Who allowed you to take off my
clothes?! Violette, have you always been such a casual woman?!"
Was this the effect of alcohol?
Maybe when he woke up tomorrow morning, he wouldn''t remember anything that happened tonight.
At this thought, she let go of her burden.
Pushing his hand away, she grabbed the waistband of his trousers, pulling down forcefully... quickly, his
trousers were off.
Elijah frowned deeply, his gaze on her growing more and more fierce.
She ignored him.
After throwing the dirty clothes into theundry basket, she lifted a towel from the basin, wringing it dry.
Then, she applied the warm towel to his angry face.