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?”

her head with a bushed face. Her

worried about me, so he insisted

Phoebe was speechless.

if she

they heard

suddenly took a few steps back to

a fist-sized red print appeared. Blood oozed from the corner

He was hit.

Florence widened her eyes and yelled, “Stanford

Florence wanted to bounce up from the sofa. Phoebe, however, hurriedly pulled her to

between the men. Please let them resolve

resolve it by

that Ernest never fought back and Stanford would hit him

it

break free from Phoebe’s grip and stood up.

fiercely, “Ernest Hawkins, I warned you yesterday not to lay your fingers on Flory. Did you just ignore my

pressed his thin lips tightly, letting Stanford drag him without fighting back at

It was the fact,

off

sex with Flory, you must do it once every three days... If not, your disease will break out. If you don’t die, your life

my sister have to

birds to make love. However, in Stanford’s opinion, before

the scene who didn’t know about it

expression changed dramatically. She couldn’t help shaking, and her eyes

physically and mentally. What Stanford said was like the last straw that killed the

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

Florence was involved in and she would become the

what kind of ridiculous thing she had done last night so it led to

it, Alexander also looked annoyed, gazing at Ernest

real daggers, he had already

that his daughter was

for three days by

had increase Ernest’s death possibility

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

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