The CEO's Ex-Wife Is A Famous Doctor novel Chapter 9

Evan managed to flee from Shantell's friends. Unfortunately, his beloved sports car did not escape Shantelle's vomit.

"Urggh. This is awful!" Shantelle said in disgust after throwing up on the side of Evan's car. Her dress got partly stained, and she absolutely reeked of alcohol. "I'm never going to drink again."

'Damn, my favorite car.' Evan was behind the wheel. His other hand stretched to Shantelle's back. He stroked her back, saying, "You are never drinking again, Shanty. You got that?! You can't hold your liquor."

"Ha! It's your fault I'm drinking, you asshole!" She unwittingly said before heaving. She rolled back the car windows and emptied the contents of her stomach. Yes, she puked on the empty streets as Evan drove through the night.

"I'm not taking you to your parents like that," Evan announced before taking another turn. After thirty minutes, they arrived at their villa.

Evan carried Shantelle, princess style. As he paced into the house, Shantelle kept spouting nonsense. "Oh, home sweet home. I'll never see you again. Will you miss me?"

"Oh, it's the Misses!" Mrs. Shaw walked up to Evan.

"Can you make chicken soup for Shanty, Mrs. Shaw? Bring it up to the room when it's ready," Evan requested. After seeing a nod, he hurriedly took Shantelle to their room.

Evan settled her in the chair while he prepared the bath. After achieving the proper water temperature, he returned to Shantelle and carried her into the tub.

"You need to take a bath, Shanty," he suggested. "I'll ask Mrs. Shaw to help you -"

Before he could do as he thought, Shantelle had already removed her clothes.

"I stink. I stink - ah, my bath! I miss my bath! My favorite bathtub. I will never see you again," Shantelle said as she carelessly lay on the tub. Evan had no choice but to aid her. He figured, since they had already been intimate a few times, there was no harm in seeing her fully naked.

"You are okay continuing by yourself?" Evan asked.

"Hmmm." Shantelle lifted her face, and with narrowed eyes, she said, "I can take a bath, hubby."

Reluctantly, Evan stepped back. He said, "Okay, I'll check on you once in a while."

It took half an hour for Shantelle to finish. By that time, Mrs. Shaw had already brought the chicken broth and placed it on the room's coffee table.

Evan instructed her, "Can you help the Misses out of the bath?"

"Certainly, Mr. Thompson," Mrs. Shaw confirmed.

After some time, Shantelle came out with a robe over her body. Mrs. Shaw guided her to the coffee table and encouraged, "Have some soup, Misses. It will help you feel better."

Since Evan carried Shantelle, he also had puke on his clothes. He decided to bathe while Mrs. Shaw was feeding Shantelle. When he came out of the bathroom, Shantelle was already sleeping on the bed. Mrs. Shaw had also left their room.

Evan changed into his pajamas. He sat in front of Shantelle with a chair and studied her sleeping features. Her face was red from all the drinking she had done. Her eyes, without makeup, were back to being puffed.

Immediately, it reminded Evan of how she had probably cried so much. It made Evan feel tightness in his chest, knowing he was the root of her cries.

He caressed her face and pushed back her hair, saying, "Shanty, what am I going to do with you?"