Chapter 1663 - 1637: Wherever the Gaze Falls, There Lies Eternity: The Attentive Uncle (3000+) (2)

Now that she’s awake, she’s fine.

"That’s good, Violet, you’re okay, that’s really good," Daxton murmured happily to himself, his thin lips falling onto Violet Zimmerman’s pale ones, making quite a sound.

"Daxton... don’t hold me so tight, it’s uncomfortable, cough, cough... let me down..." Violet, having caught a cold, felt even dizzier after all this trouble in the chilly night.

Constantly coughing, her body also felt cold.

"No way, you’re not wearing anything inside." Daxton kindly reminded her, seemingly forgetting his brother Joseph Lancaster was still in front.

Joseph’s hand gripping the steering wheel tightened, and the black sedan made a sharp turn, heading back the way they came.

Besides, big brother’s sweater was on inside out, with only thin underpants below, and sister-in-law... even though her body was wrapped with a quilt, the neck exposed had no fabric covering it.

He wasn’t an ignorant young man; he knew what that meant.

Even though he knew his brother couldn’t consummate the marriage, his chest still felt incredibly stifled.

They were husband and wife, unable to share a room, but it didn’t mean they couldn’t do other things...

Joseph found himself becoming greedy.

Violet instinctively looked down at her body, only then noticing she was wrapped up in a blanket like a child.

Unconsciously recalling the scene before passing out, Daxton pressing her underneath...

"Cough, cough..." Violet coughed a few more times, her lowered gaze hiding the emotions in her eyes.

"Violet, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have treated you that way... please don’t be mad at me, we are husband and wife, and couples should do some things..."

It was obvious from Violet’s cold expression that Daxton was incoherent in his apologies, randomly kissing her face, seeming to make up for his earlier mistakes.

Violet had little reaction, but Joseph, who was driving up front, felt a mix of emotions.

After sending his brother and sister-in-law back, Joseph didn’t go back to rest, instead driving out again, heading in the same direction as before. The lonely sedan, like its owner, was swallowed by the night.

Violet’s cold worsened, at the New Year’s Eve dinner she only felt dizzy and nauseous, but after Daxton brought her back she started to run a high fever.

Over there, Robert was crying without stop, and here, Violet’s murmurs were accompanied by bouts of coughing.

Having only worn thin underpants and a sweater when he went out, Daxton caught a cold too. His body was already unwell, yet he had to take care of his wife and child.

Placing a freshly dampened towel on Violet’s forehead, Daxton went to the baby cot to pick up the crying Robert.

Usually at this time, the little guy would be feeding. Violet would change his diaper first, then feed him.

Daxton was busy with work, and to not affect his rest, Violet took care of the child at night alone. A man not often handling a child couldn’t quite understand why the little guy would keep crying non-stop.

Enduring the feeling of heaviness, Daxton stood next to the baby cot holding his child, gently swaying while softly comforting, "Don’t cry, don’t cry, Robert, don’t cry, daddy’s holding you..."

Daxton tried to calm the child for a long time but still couldn’t succeed.

It wasn’t until Joseph brought in a man with a medical kit did Robert continue his incessant crying.

"Big brother, let the doctor check you and sister-in-law."

Being observant, Joseph had noticed Violet coughing while driving; he originally planned to take her to the hospital, but hearing his brother say she wasn’t wearing clothes inside, he turned back.

Worrying about his woman in his heart, he drove to the hospital to bring back a doctor on duty.

"Joseph, you went to the hospital for a check-up?"

Whether it was due to being too late at night and feeling sleepy, or because of illness, Daxton’s reaction was a bit slow.

"Mm, big brother, let’s have the doctor check you as well. I’ll take Robert."

Before taking the little guy over, Joseph took off his coat as it absorbed the cold from outside.

Placing Robert on the bed, he skillfully opened the small quilt, changed the wet diaper, and the little guy stopped crying, kicking his legs while sucking his fingers.

Watching his brother’s skillful actions, Daxton deeply felt guilty. Even though he stays with his son every night, he didn’t know why the little guy kept crying.

The doctor took Violet’s temperature, then took a syringe from the medical kit, opened a small bottle of medicine, and drew it into the syringe.

"Doctor, how is my wife, is it serious?" Daxton walked over.

While squeezing the air from the syringe, the doctor said, "High fever, 102°F, I’ll first give her an injection of antipyretic, by tomorrow morning the fever should probably go down."

"Oh, thank you," Daxton said politely.

The doctor came to the bedside, "Pull your wife’s pants down a bit."

"Oh, okay," Daxton pulled the quilt aside, turned Violet over a bit, and pulled her pajama pants down a bit to allow the doctor to inject the fever medicine.

After the injection, Joseph carefully asked, "Doctor, my sister-in-law threw up at dinner, should she go to the hospital for a stomach check tomorrow?"

Putting away the syringe, the doctor smiled and said, "A cold can also cause vomiting. Observe for a few days, and if she’s still vomiting after the cold is gone, then go to the hospital for a check."

"Oh, thank you," Joseph said politely and continued to soothe the little guy.

Daxton’s motion of tucking in Violet’s quilt paused, but he said nothing.

After taking Daxton’s temperature, the doctor prescribed medications for the couple, antipyretic and cold medicine, and after giving instructions, packed the medical kit to leave.

Joseph handed the little guy back to Daxton’s arms.

"Big brother, feed Robert beside sister-in-law and he’ll be good once he sleeps a bit, I’ll see Doctor Wang out."

After Joseph saw the doctor out, Daxton did just as he suggested, placing the little guy beside Violet, but before he could lift her tunic, the little one was already eagerly seeking the nipple.

Watching the little one suck vigorously, Daxton couldn’t help but think, did his brother once care for his son like this before?