CHAPTER 48: CHAPTER 48: EUGENE VAUGHN TAKES CARE OF DRUNK VICTORIA AND CHANGES HER CLOTHES

No one expected Victoria Sinclair and Angela Austin to have such a low tolerance for alcohol.

Everyone drank more than them, but were only half-drunken. After the event ended, the two soberest male colleagues were responsible for sending them home.

Angela, although drunken, still remembered her home address and was supported to leave by a male colleague.

Victoria was so inebriated that the male colleague couldn’t figure out her home address, and had no choice but to take her phone from her bag and use her fingerprint to unlock the screen lock.

There weren’t many names in the contact list, and the male colleague dialed the number labeled "Brother".

A woman answered, her attitude extremely nasty, "What do you want?"

"Hello, I’m looking for Victoria Sinclair’s brother, she’s drunk."

"What does her being drunk have to do with her brother? Can’t you find her husband?"

The male colleague replied, "Her phone doesn’t have a note for her husband, I didn’t know..."

"Eugene, Eugene... Her husband’s name is Eugene, stop calling, it’s so annoying." A sharp and abrasive voice almost pierced through the male colleague’s eardrums, scaring him into quickly hanging up the phone, his hands trembling.

Too terrifying!

The male colleague found Eugene Vaughn’s number and dialed it.

The phone rang briefly before being immediately answered.

Before the male colleague could speak, Eugene’s gentle voice came through, "Are you working overtime tonight?"

"Are you Victoria Sinclair’s husband?" the male colleague politely asked.

"I am."

"She’s drunk, can you come and pick her up?"

"Where?" Eugene’s voice was urgent, his breath unsteady.

"At Clean Pin Bar, 2000 meters from our research institute, in room 109."

"Okay."

The call was disconnected, and the male colleague placed the phone back into Victoria’s bag, sitting wearily on the couch to rest his eyes.

Ten minutes later, the door to the room was roughly pushed open, startling the male colleague awake, who looked at the man entering.

He was strikingly handsome, with a tall and strong build, exuding an impressive charisma that was unforgettable.

The male colleague remembered him, having seen him at the entrance of the research institute, though Victoria hadn’t introduced them.

"You’re..." The male colleague’s words were cut off.

Eugene swiftly walked over to where Victoria was lying on the couch, squatted down to assess her condition, breathing slightly heavily, "Her husband, Eugene."

Great, the code matched.

The male colleague breathed a sigh of relief, "Alright then, my task is complete, I’ll take my leave."

As the male colleague passed by Eugene, Eugene suddenly stood up, grabbed his arm with a cold expression, and asked sternly, "Why did you bring her to a bar drinking?"

Being a fellow man, the male colleague instantly sensed that his anger and jealousy stemmed from worry, hastily explaining, "Don’t misunderstand. We had a company gathering, Professor Li’s birthday today, everyone just left, I’m also going home, otherwise my wife will worry."

Eugene slowly released his grip, his tone softening a bit, "Thanks."

"No problem."

"Shall I give you a ride?"

"No need, I’ll get a ride-share." The male colleague smiled warmly, pointing at Victoria, "She really didn’t drink much, just a few beers, two glasses of red wine, a bit of white wine, yet her tolerance is so poor."

Eugene nodded.

The male colleague said goodbye and left the room.

Eugene gazed at Victoria sleeping on the couch, his eyes deep.

She was petite and soft, her hair loosely tied atop her head, the dim light cast on her flushed cheeks, her thin white shirt, beige long pants, small white shoes revealing her slim white ankles.

Her figure was slender and curvy.

Her beautiful looks and alluring figure, if she encountered a man with bad intentions, she’d be ruined tonight!

Eugene kept a stern face, feeling stifled in his chest, walked to her side, bending down to lift her horizontally.

Lighter and softer than he imagined.

He adjusted her into his arms and walked out with large strides.

After leaving the bar, reaching the car, the security guard at the door was perceptive, opening the front passenger door for him.

Eugene placed Victoria in the front passenger seat, adjusted the seat very low, pulled the seatbelt to fasten her in.

After ensuring her comfort, Eugene returned to the driver’s seat and drove away.

Ten-minute journey.

Once home, he carried Victoria to her room, placing her on the bed.

He turned around to leave, changed into slippers, put down his car keys, and locked the front door.

Returning to Victoria’s room, the person on the bed was gone.

He walked to the bathroom to check.

Seeing Victoria vomiting over the toilet, he quickly went inside, half-squatting beside her, gently patting her back.

"I feel awful..." Victoria murmured drunkenly, eyes closed, chest heaving, throat itchy and uncomfortable, yet unable to vomit further.

Eugene spoke softly, "If you can’t drink, stick to juice next time."

"Okay, okay." Victoria, adorable like a sleeping fairy, with a flushed face, pouting, nodded obediently.

She still couldn’t vomit.

Eugene lifted her up, placing her back on the bed, removed her shoes and socks, covered her with the quilt.

Suddenly, Victoria sat up, unable to control herself, vomiting everything onto the bed.

Eugene stood watching, frowning, helplessly placing his hands on his hips, sighing, "Victoria, you did that on purpose."

After vomiting, Victoria felt better, and fell back down.

Eugene quickly pulled aside the dirty quilt, picking her up, "With the bed like this, you can’t sleep here."

Victoria muttered, "Angela, my head is spinning, I want to sleep."

Eugene carried her out, entered his room, and placed her on the bed.

Then took a cup of warm water and an empty basin from the bathroom.

He supported Victoria to sit up with one hand, placed the basin in front of her, and offered the cup to her lips, whispering, "Rinse your mouth."

Victoria’s long eyelashes fluttered slightly, casting a glazed look at Eugene, then at the cup, "Angela, I don’t want to drink it."

"Just rinse your mouth."

"Okay!" Victoria obediently took a sip of the clear water, her flushed cheeks puffed up, water dripped from her red lips, gurgled down, and she lowered her head to spit it out.

With anyone else, Eugene would have found it filthy, unbearable to look at or touch, but with Victoria, he felt no aversion.

Eugene lifted the cup to her mouth again, "Rinse again."

"Okay!"

Victoria complied.

"Once more!"

"Hmm!"

"One more time!"

Victoria muttered dazedly, "You’re so annoying, it’s clean!"

He soothed gently, "Good girl, one last time."

"Alright!" After rinsing the last mouthful, Victoria leaned towards him, "Look, is it clean now?"

She slightly parted her lips.

Her rosy tongue, white teeth, tempting pink lips, so close to him.

Eugene lowered his eyes, his Adam’s apple moving, lightly hooking her chin to close her mouth, his voice becoming hoarse and deep, "Very clean, sleep now, I’ll clean up your bed."

He laid Victoria down, covered her properly with the blanket, and went to the bathroom to wash the cup and basin.

Two minutes later, he returned from the bathroom, Victoria had kicked off the blanket.

Eugene walked over, re-covered her with the quilt, adjusted the air conditioning to the most comfortable temperature.

He went to Victoria’s room, put the vomit-stained quilt into a garbage bag, and spent half an hour cleaning it spotlessly.

He poured a cup of warm water back into the room, placing it on the bedside table.

While drunk, her body was very hot, Victoria kicked the blanket again.

Eugene took a clean damp towel from the bathroom, sat on the bedside to wipe her body.

The towel slid over Victoria’s pink cheeks, down to her fair neck, long and beautiful, strands of hair scattered, extremely alluring.

Her collarbone faintly visible under the white shirt, extraordinarily sexy.