In a surprise, Florence suddenly had a horrible idea in her mind.

Did they stay up all night and waiting in the living room, hoping Ernest and she would come downstairs after having sex?

Florence subconsciously denied it.

It was half-past eleven in the morning.

Seeing that Florence was carried here by Ernest and her face was ruby, Phoebe felt worried for her.

She rushed over and asked anxiously, “Flory, are you all right?”

When she got closer, Florence saw Phoebe’s bloodshot eyes and the dark circles under them.

It confirmed her wild guess just now. They truly hadn’t slept for a whole night, just waiting for her here.

Florence blushed, feeling a sense of guilt.

“I’m fine.”

She immediately shook her head. Then she patted Ernest on his shoulder and hinted. “Please put me down.”

Under so many gazes, she felt quite embarrassed.

Ernest pressed his think lips. Instead of putting her down immediately, he strode over to the sofa and put her down gently on it.

He said in a low voice, “Just sit there. You can’t stand up.”

Florence blushed again.

She dared not to stand up and walk on her own now. Her legs were weakened. Even if she stood up, she would walk quite strangely. Under so many people’s gazes, she didn’t want to make fun of herself at all.

Watching their interaction and looking at Florence’s embarrassed face, Phoebe became more confused and uneasy.

She roughly knew what had happened last night. However, it lasted a whole night and a whole morning, and Florence was carried downstairs. She was truly worried about Florence.

Phoebe followed them to the sofa, sitting next to Florence.

Pulling her hand, Phoebe whispered to ask, “Flory, can you hold on?”

a bushed face. Her eyes

about me, so he insisted

Phoebe was speechless.

she felt as if she watched them do

heard a loud

took

print appeared. Blood

He was hit.

him, Florence widened her eyes and yelled,

she spoke, Florence wanted to bounce up from the sofa. Phoebe, however, hurriedly

the matter between the men. Please let them resolve it

them resolve it

Ernest never fought back and Stanford

wouldn’t allow it

break free from Phoebe’s grip and stood up. Then she saw Stanford

fiercely, “Ernest Hawkins, I warned you yesterday not to lay

his thin lips tightly, letting Stanford drag him without fighting

Florence last night. It was the fact, so he didn’t think he needed

off Stanford, who got more

know once you have sex with Flory, you must do it once every three days... If

or not, but why does my sister have to be your antidote? Why do you have to

make love. However, in Stanford’s opinion, before getting married, once making love became the antidote, Florence had suffered a

on the scene who didn’t know about

pale earlier, but now her expression changed dramatically. She couldn’t help

had already made her exhausted both physically and mentally. What Stanford said was like the last straw that killed the

could it be possible?” she muttered with a trembling voice as if

in and she would become the

saw black, wondering what kind of ridiculous thing she had

looked annoyed,

the real daggers, he had already cut

felt that his

three days by accident, probably

Ernest’s death possibility

confidence that Ernest would be able to find all the herbs and

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