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

about me, so he insisted on carrying me down. I’m

Phoebe was speechless.

if

they heard

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

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

He was hit.

for him, Florence widened her eyes and

up from the sofa. Phoebe,

the matter between the men. Please let them resolve it by

resolve it by

never fought back and Stanford would

wouldn’t allow it to

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

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

tightly, letting Stanford drag him without fighting back at all

to Florence last night. It was the

acquiescence pissed off Stanford, who got more

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

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

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

the scene who didn’t know

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

happened last night had already made her exhausted both physically and mentally. What Stanford said was like the last

trembling voice as if all her mind had

was involved in and

kind of ridiculous thing she had done last

Alexander also looked annoyed,

his gaze was the real daggers, he had

his

Florence and Ernest were separated for three days by accident, probably Ernest would

had increase Ernest’s death

herbs and come back. Right now, he even

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