Chapter 36 Taking Care of Him
Eula paused, realizing the driver was not available, so she was the only one who could take him.
But her car was still at the hospital and hadn't been driven back yet.
She quickly checked the time and thought she could call for a cab now.
When Eula was about to take out her phone to book a ride, Mary nudged her.
"Eula, the alcohol he drank is strong. Maybe you should take care of Mr. Nash tonight? It wouldn't be good if something happened."
The man leaning on the sofa heard Mary's words and subtly curved his lips.
This nanny is good, tomorrow he must give her a big tip.
Eula didn't have much opinion herself. Hearing about the high alcohol content and considering the man's prestigious identity, they really couldn't afford to offend him.
Are they really afraid that something might happen?
He does live alone in Starry Villa. If she were to take him back and he slept to the point of death, no one would notice.
Even if the staff found out tomorrow, he would already be rigid in bed.
Thinking that it was her son's doing, she couldn't shirk the responsibility.
"Mary, help me escort him to my room. I will take care of him tonight."
Mary quickly assisted her and together they helped the tall man up the stairs. They breathed a sigh of relief after placing Judson on the bed.
Eula felt exhausted. This man looked thin usually, but she hadn't expected it to be so difficult to support him.
She felt like her body was about to give in.
Mary was also panting heavily. "Eula, I'll go check on the three kids and put them to bed. You've worked hard."
Eula glanced at the man on the bed. She had never taken care of a drunk man before, so she held onto Mary's arm.
"Mary, what should I do? What should I do?" Eula asked nervously, lacking experience and afraid that something would go wrong.
Mary smiled and replied, "Just help him undress and wipe his body with a warm towel. If he vomits, be there with a basin to catch it. If he only sleeps without vomiting, check his breathing from time to time."
Mary had experience dealing with drunk people, and it was usually like this.
Eula nodded repeatedly, "Alright, I understand."
As long as he was breathing, he would be fine. Eula closed the door and lifted Judson's thighs onto the bed. She took off his shoes and began to undress him.
When she unbuttoned his shirt, she felt as if she would faint.
The muscles were so well-defined, and she swallowed hard, warning herself quietly.
"Eula, don't think about unnecessary things. He's drunk right now! You're not allowed to look."
Although Judson was slightly intoxicated, he was still aware of her words. He curled his lips and tugged at his pants.
"It's uncomfortable with pants."
His words sounded like a mumble. Eula glanced at his pants. It must be uncomfortable to sleep with them on, especially considering they were slim-fit trousers.
She tightly bit her lip and stole a glance at him. His face was genuinely perfect, exquisitely handsome, without a flaw to be found.
He was the absolute depiction of a man, a template for cosmetic surgery.
Eula finally managed to take off his shirt, revealing his bare upper body. His chest muscles and abs were simply extraordinary, and his physique was impeccable.
Eula looked away and gently placed him on the pillow.
Then, her hand moved toward his pants. Her face turned red suddenly, feeling a bit shy.
She closed her eyes and slowly touched down. As her fingers passed over his abs, she accidentally brushed against them. But when her fingers reached the belt, they were suddenly pressed down by a large hand.
