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?”

bushed face. Her

me, so he insisted on carrying

Phoebe was speechless.

if she

then, they heard a

who was standing beside Florence, suddenly took a few steps

red print appeared. Blood oozed from

He was hit.

widened her eyes and

from the

between the men. Please

them resolve it by themselves?

back and Stanford

wouldn’t allow it to happen

and stood up. Then she saw Stanford grab Ernest’s collar and approach

I warned you yesterday not to lay

thin lips tightly, letting Stanford drag him

truly had made love to Florence last night. It was the fact, so he didn’t think he needed

off Stanford, who got more

pinched Ernest’s neck and roared in anger, “You bastard! Do you know once you have sex with Flory, you must do it once every three

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

opinion, before getting married, once making love became the antidote, Florence had suffered a

words, all people on the scene who didn’t

looked pale earlier, but now her expression changed dramatically. She couldn’t help shaking, and her eyes were

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

she muttered with a trembling voice as if all her

in and

black, wondering what kind of ridiculous thing she had done last night so it led to such a miserable

also looked annoyed, gazing at

the real daggers, he

his daughter was

Ernest were separated for three days by accident, probably

increase Ernest’s death possibility before finding

would be able to find all the herbs and come back. Right now, he even couldn’t believe that he

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