Ava Sterling looked very unwell, as if the cold December had arrived, making people shiver.
But that wasn’t the most important thing; the crucial part was when Ava threw her car keys onto the sofa and quickly headed to the basent.
And those keys landed right next to Poe Vaughn.
At this point, Poe’s eyes stirred.
He turned his gaze, looking at the car keys that had fallen beside him. The keys had a cartoon pink bunny, a small golden flower, and a transparent pink little crystal ball attached to them.
They were clearly sothing a girl would like.
The caretaker, Mrs. Wei, was relieved that the car keys hadn’t hit Poe Vaughn, but soon rembered Ava’s complexion just now and hurried after her seeing where Ava was headed.
Madam’s appearance isn’t right; sothing bad shouldn’t happen.
Mrs. Wei followed all the way down to the basent, and as soon as she got there, she saw Ava guzzling down a bottle of ’82 Lafite like it was water.
Mrs. Wei was shocked, quickly ran over, grabbed Ava’s hand holding the wine bottle, and snatched it away: "Madam, what are you doing?"
Who drinks like this?
This could land you in the hospital!
Ava had already downed more than half the bottle, spilling it all over her clothes, feeling a chill.
But she didn’t care at all, her gaze once again fell on the rows of wine racks, among the various wines, and then she directly went over, grabbed a bottle, opened it, and started chugging.
Mrs. Wei had just plugged the half-finished bottle and placed it on the glass table when she saw Ava grabbing yet another bottle to drink, hurriedly rushing over to take it away again.
But just then, a deep voice fell into her ears: "Mrs. Wei."
Hearing the voice, Mrs. Wei paused, looking at the person standing on the stairs.
She didn’t know when Poe Vaughn had co down; at this mont, he was standing with one hand in his pocket, looking at the person guzzling down the wine: "You go upstairs first."
Sir is here, which is good.
Mrs. Wei breathed a sigh of relief and hurried upstairs.
The madam is like this; she has to quickly make the sobering soup, or else her body won’t handle it.
Mrs. Wei left quickly, and Poe Vaughn descended the stairs.
He walked slowly and heavily to Ava’s back, watching her reckless drinking thod.
He didn’t stop her, just watched her, focusing on the expression on her face.
Ava’s cheeks were flushed, her face showing a venting expression, as if she was in a very bad mood right now, in great distress, needing sothing to alleviate her discomfort.
Ava drank a whole bottle of red wine, didn’t even know what brand it was, but the price definitely wasn’t low.
The wine cabinet here is full of good wine, with each bottle priced in the seven digits.
She drank away seven-digit money in an instant; in the past, Ava would’ve felt terrible about wasting such money, but now she didn’t care at all.
It should be said that she didn’t even think about it like that.
She only knew that she felt terrible inside, as if soone was digging her heart out with a knife, not painful, but she could clearly feel every dig, very real.
She kept seeking more wine to drink, as long as she drank until she was drunk.
She didn’t want to feel the heart-digging sensation, she wanted to forget that feeling.
One bottle, two bottles, three bottles.
By the fourth bottle, Ava collapsed on the floor of the wine cellar, the half-drunk bottle sliding down with her, spilling the remaining wine.
Her eyes closed.
Poe Vaughn saw this, stepped forward, moved the wine bottle away, and then bent down to pick her up.
Mrs. Wei had already prepared the sobering soup, and she was upstairs watching; when she saw Poe pick up Ava, she hurried to the kitchen to bring out the sobering soup.
Poe Vaughn carried Ava upstairs to the living room; only, as soon as he reached the sofa, the person sleeping peacefully in his arms suddenly struggled to get down and quickly ran to the bathroom.
"Ugh!"
Quickly, the sound of vomiting ca from the bathroom.
Mrs. Wei, holding the sobering soup, stood there dumbfounded.
And Poe Vaughn walked over, standing by Ava’s side.
Ava was leaning over the toilet, vomiting continuously, emptying the food she ate tonight.
Poe patted her back and pressed the flush lever, quickly flushing away what Ava threw up.
However, even so, the bathroom was filled with a strong sll of alcohol and unpleasant odour.
Mrs. Wei put the sobering soup down, brewed a cup of honey water, and ca in with it, waiting by the door.
And Poe stayed by Ava’s side the entire ti, continuously patting her back, looking at her flushed face.
Ava vomited for a long ti, emptied her stomach, her whole body went soft.
Poe opened his arms, and in an instant, Ava collapsed into his embrace.
And Mrs. Wei hurriedly handed over a tissue, Poe took it and wiped Ava’s lips.
Mrs. Wei handed over the honey water again, Poe accepted it and brought it to Ava’s lips.
Ava slt the honey aroma, faintly sweet; she opened her lips and took a sip.
Poe said: "Spit it out."
Ava held the water in her mouth without swallowing it, heard his words, and opened her eyes to look at him.
Her vision was blurred, unclear, she was drunk.
So many good wines, with high alcohol content, it’s fortunate she ate before drinking so much, otherwise she’d definitely be in the hospital right now.
Ava’s mind at this mont was also like mush, not clear, she looked at the person in front of her, thinking he looked so good, couldn’t help but want to touch him.
Thinking so, she actually raised her hand, wanting to touch Poe Vaughn’s face.
And she completely forgot there was still honey water in her mouth.
Poe looked at the person in his arms, this dazed and silly look, spoke: "Be good."
At this mont, his voice was even lower than before, sounding gentle, coaxing.
Ava’s eyes moved slightly, her consciousness slightly returned, only then she rembered the honey water in her mouth, she obediently sat up and leaned over the toilet to spit it out.
Poe fed her again: "Drink another sip, then spit it out."
Ava obediently drank and even rinsed her mouth, spitting it out.
Mrs. Wei, seeing this, laughed.
Madam becos really obedient when drunk, whatever sir says goes.
Almost half of the honey water was used by Ava for rinsing her mouth, Mrs. Wei hurriedly brought the sobering soup.
Poe tried to feed Ava, but the sobering soup had an unpleasant sll; Ava directly raised her hand and pushed it away, drunkenly saying: "Don’t want it."
"Doesn’t taste good."
She was like a child, grabbing Poe Vaughn’s shirt, burying her face in his chest.
Poe looked at her red face and trembling eyelashes, as her cheek touched his chest, her face’s heat transmitted to him as well.
Scorching.
His gaze deepened, handed the sobering soup to Mrs. Wei, and then carried her out.
"Have the doctor co to the bedroom."
Mrs. Wei felt a twinge of worry in her heart, hurriedly saying: "Okay."
The doctor had never left, Poe Vaughn had just laid Ava on the bed when the doctor arrived.
Poe Vaughn said: "She might be running a fever."
The doctor understood imdiately, began checking Ava’s temperature, Poe Vaughn was beside her, as was Mrs. Wei.
If sir had any orders, she’d execute them imdiately.
Twenty minutes later, the doctor said: "Ma’am has a high fever, after drinking so much, she needs an IV."
Poe Vaughn said: "Do it now."
The doctor frowned: "But I didn’t bring the necessary dication."
Poe Vaughn picked up his phone, directly dialing a number: "Listen to the doctor."
Handing the phone to the doctor: "Tell him what dicine you need."
"All right."
The doctor took the phone, relayed the necessary dication and dical supplies, and within less than half an hour, the dication was delivered.
The doctor set up the IV for Ava, organized the dication, and explained to Mrs. Wei how to administer it to Ava.
Mrs. Wei listened, constantly nodding.
And Poe Vaughn sat at the bedside, watching Ava.
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