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 twinkled in

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

Phoebe was speechless.

as if she watched them

then, they heard

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

red print appeared. Blood oozed from the

He was hit.

sorry for him, Florence widened her eyes and yelled, “Stanford Fraser,

Florence wanted to bounce up from the sofa. Phoebe,

the matter between the men. Please let

it by

Ernest never fought back and Stanford

allow it to

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

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

letting Stanford drag him without fighting back at all or

truly had made love to Florence last night. It was the fact,

off Stanford, who got

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

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

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

words, all people on the scene who

changed dramatically. She couldn’t help

exhausted both physically and

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

involved in and

she had done

also looked annoyed, gazing

his gaze was the real daggers, he had already cut

his daughter was definitely

Ernest were separated for three days by

increase Ernest’s death possibility

to find all the herbs and

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