Ava Sterling fell asleep, her cheeks still flushed. Her eyelashes were damp from vomiting, and her forehead was wet with sweat, with her hair on both sides also moist. She was feeling very uncomfortable, possibly due to the amount of alcohol she drank or because of the distress in her heart, her brows furrowed all the time, looking pitiful. Poe Vaughn got up, went to the bathroom to get warm water, and began wiping her cheeks and the sweat off her neck. The housemaid and the doctor had left, and the room became quiet, except for the occasional sound of the towel being wrung in water. Poe Vaughn just temporarily wiped her face and hands, planning to bathe her after the IV drip was done. Just wiping her isn’t enough; she remains uncomfortable in her sleep. The IV drip would take two hours, so Poe Vaughn stayed in the bedroom, checking the drip occasionally and looking at Ava Sterling, occasionally touching her forehead. Meanwhile, downstairs, the housemaid quietly called the old house to inform them about what happened here tonight. Normally, she would directly tell Mrs. You, who then informs Sharon Sheridan, as it happened tonight too. Upon hearing from Mrs. You, Sharon Sheridan immediately called the housemaid. Now, Sharon Sheridan was speaking with the housemaid. Sharon Sheridan’s voice came through, full of concern. "Yes, madam. I only realized it when I cleaned up. The lady must be feeling very upset." Otherwise, why would someone drink that much? Sharon Sheridan frowned, "Something must have happened. The child has been alone for so many years, dealing with everything by herself without anyone to help, and it’s still the same now." "Is young Poe taking care of Ava?" "Yes, he’s been with her all the time." The housemaid looked upstairs, everything was quiet, and there was no sign of Poe Vaughn coming out. The housemaid said, "Since Mr. Poe carried Madam upstairs, he hasn’t come out. He’s been by her side, taking care of her, even wiping her face." Saying this, the housemaid felt moved; their Mr. Poe never did such things before, only for Madam now. "That’s what he should do. Between husband and wife, it’s all about caring for each other when one is in distress." "Yes, you’re right. I see that Mr. Poe truly cares about Madam." "Of course, he cares. When his own wife is aggrieved, who else would feel as much distress as he does?" Sharon Sheridan sighed, "I also feel distressed. If it weren’t for this time not being convenient, I’d come over right away." The housemaid hurriedly said, "You don’t need to come; the doctor stayed at home, and I’m here too, plus Mr. Poe is in. Madam will be fine." "Tonight I’ll stay downstairs, calling you if anything happens." "Hmm, thank you for tonight. I’ll come in the morning." Sharon Sheridan further instructed the housemaid on things like making sure Ava Sterling would have something to eat after the IV drip or ensuring Poe Vaughn could also eat since caring for someone might tire him. So these tasks fell to the housemaid. The housemaid noted everything, repeatedly promising to take good care of Mr. Poe and Madam before hanging up the phone. After hanging up, she went to the kitchen to prepare those things. Ensuring Madam receives enough nutrition and Mr. Poe doesn’t get exhausted. Meanwhile, Sharon Sheridan ended her call with the housemaid, her look of concern still lingered. Mrs. You checked the time, it was almost ten; this was normally the time Sharon Sheridan would go to sleep. Mrs. You said, "You don’t need to worry. With Young Master here, nothing will go wrong." "You must rest during this time, or tomorrow when we go to Young Master’s place, he’ll worry, and the young Madam will too." Sharon Sheridan nodded, "I’ll rest. With Poe here, I trust Ava will be fine." "It’s just that my heart aches for Ava, that child has been through so much." Mrs. You smiled, "People either experience hardships before sweetness or sweetness before hardship. The Madam is the former; her good days are yet to come." "Just wait for it; rest easy." Sharon Sheridan said nothing more, lying on the bed, "Sleep now, we’ll go to Poe’s place early tomorrow." Near eleven o’clock, the IV drip was done, and the doctor came to remove Ava Sterling’s needle, also taking her temperature. The fever had subsided. Poe Vaughn said, "Rest at the old house tonight and I’ll send you back tomorrow." The doctor understood that Poe Vaughn was not at ease. The doctor left, and Poe Vaughn carried Ava Sterling into the bathroom. Ava Sterling had sweated heavily, so she needed to bathe, otherwise, she wouldn’t sleep comfortably.
However, as the fever subsided, her furrowed brows slightly eased. Only slightly; she was still uncomfortable. Perhaps not physically, but emotionally. The housemaid saw the doctor come downstairs and immediately asked how things were. After explained, she asked about the best time to deliver food; the doctor said when the patient wakes up, they can eat. Regarding food suitable for Ava’s condition, she had asked the doctor earlier and had everything prepared. "Okay, thank you, doctor. Please rest, I’ll call you if anything happens." The doctor nodded and went to the guest room the housemaid prepared for him. Poe Vaughn bathed Ava Sterling, dressed her in a nightgown, and carried her out. Taking a change of clothes, he went to the bathroom, soon water sounds were heard. Ava Sterling lay on the bed, just feeling a buzzing noise in her ears, annoyingly loud, like a fly constantly flying around her, never leaving her alone. However much she swatted, she couldn’t get rid of it, becoming so irritable that she sat up, holding the quilt, squinting to find the fly’s shadow. Upon looking, she realized she was in an unfamiliar place. Read full story at novel※fire.net Dark-themed decor, full of masculine vibes. Opulent, textured, a lofty feeling, abstinent yet alluring. At this moment, Ava Sterling’s mind was not clear; she was still muddled. After four bottles of wine, only several hours had passed; she hadn’t sobered. She probably wouldn’t until the morning. So, it could be said she was still drunk now. Seeing the unfamiliar surroundings, trying to recall where she was, she looked at the quilt she was hugging, deep-colored, with excellent texture. Uh, it also felt comfortable, seemed to smell nice. Thinking this, Ava Sterling clutched the quilt and sniffed it, nodding at herself. Nice scent, faint fragrance, very intoxicating. At this point, the water sound from the bathroom reached her ears, making her pause, then confusedly look up toward it, narrowing her eyes. Someone was showering inside. Her brows slightly furrowed, unable to think of who it might be, but she wasn’t inclined to find out, just dazedly stared at the bathroom door, blank and silly. Poe Vaughn finished his shower, donned a robe, and opened the door to come out. Just as he emerged, he stopped short in his tracks.