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?”

shook her head with a bushed face. Her

to answer, “Ernest was worried about me, so he insisted on carrying

Phoebe was speechless.

she felt as if she

then, they heard

who was standing beside Florence, suddenly took a few steps back

red print appeared. Blood oozed from the corner

He was hit.

Florence widened her eyes and yelled, “Stanford Fraser, how dare you hit

to bounce up from the sofa. Phoebe, however, hurriedly

the matter between the men. Please let them

it

that Ernest never fought back and Stanford would hit him

allow it to

Phoebe’s grip and stood

“Ernest Hawkins, I warned you yesterday not to lay your fingers on

tightly, letting Stanford drag him without fighting back at all or

Florence last night. It was the

off Stanford, who got more

“You bastard! Do you know once you have sex with Flory, you must

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

was normal for the love birds to make love. However, in Stanford’s opinion, before getting married, once making

people on the scene who didn’t know about

dramatically. She couldn’t help shaking, and her eyes were full of surprise and

had happened last night had already made her exhausted both physically and mentally. What Stanford

could it be possible?” she muttered with a trembling voice as if all her mind had been broken

and

she had done last night so it led to such

it, Alexander also looked annoyed, gazing

was the real daggers,

that his

separated for three days by

increase Ernest’s death possibility before

no confidence that Ernest would be able to find all the herbs and come back. Right now,

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