In the morning the next day, Florence woke up quite early.

As usual, when she woke up and opened her eyes, she saw Ernest’s enlarged handsome face in front of her. She was nestling in his arms again.

He was holding her, and her hands were on his waist.

The scene was quite harmonious.

However, Florence couldn’t remember when she hugged him and fell asleep with him last night. She could only remember that when she fell asleep, she was leaning against the edge of the bed.

Florence felt a bit depressed.

Taking a glance at Ernest, she found that he was still sleeping soundly. She withdrew herself from his arms as softly as possible.

Then she lifted the quilt and got off from the bed.

Carefully, she looked back, only to find that Ernest was still sleeping tightly. He wasn’t woken up by her.

She felt a bit surprised. Ernest was always a light sleeper. Usually under such a circumstance, if she moved a bit, he would wake up for sure.

Today it seemed that he didn’t wake up at all.

Florence frowned, wondering if the drug effect was too fierce last night so Ernest was worn out without any energy.

It was pretty possible.

Before Harold left, he said Ernest should drink more milk in recent two days. Florence thought for a moment, and then she walked out of the room tiptoed.

Shortly, she came back with a glass of warm milk in her hands.

When she was walking to the bedside, Ernest’s eyelashes moved a bit. Then he opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Ernest saw Florence, who was still in pajamas with a glass of milk in her hands.

He was slightly shocked, and he thought that he was still in a dream.

However, he saw Florence walking to the side of his bed and looking at him with concern.

“Are you awake? How are you feeling now?”

Her voice was quite clear and melodic, sounding pleasant and sincere.

Ernest was quite surprised. “Why did you get up so early?”

Florence always slept in. She always woke up later

was nestling in his arms, waiting for

“I simply woke up.”

the glass of milk to Ernest. “The temperature is just

“Breakfast for me?”

Ernest was more surprised.

it to

Studying Florence’s expression carefully, he glinted at her face as if his sight would burn a

indeed quite

and said, “Harold said you need

out to be

dimmed a

warm, and it warmed up

always drink a glass of milk prepared by her every day, he would be in quite a

to heat the milk for me in the morning. I can drink one more glass when

this way, he didn’t want her to heat the

her to stay with him not for

Ernest suddenly thought

on Florence’s leg. Much to his surprise, the bruises still remained

the wound on her arm had disappeared like a

recovery of the wound would always take a slow process. It would take a

matter with

Florence in front of him, looking

now did she found that the wound on her

prediction yesterday

was a globally famous doctor. The medicine paste

haven’t had a chance to tell you -- yesterday afternoon, Collin came here. He gave me a bottle of the medicine paste and put it on my wound. He also said that my wound would be recovered completely today. I’m so surprised to see the effect

Florence explained, she looked back and forth

got injured in the future again,

looked quite

“Has he been

get even with him yet. He hadn’t expected that Collin

Collin sneaked

had some guts, didn’t he? Ernest believed that Collin must have a

her head

long face,

in the shopping mall, I met Collin once. He didn’t do anything out of the boundary

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