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?”

with a bushed face. Her eyes twinkled

me, so he insisted on

Phoebe was speechless.

if she watched them do

they heard

took a few steps back to

a fist-sized red print appeared.

He was hit.

sorry for him, Florence widened her eyes and

spoke, Florence wanted to bounce up from the sofa. Phoebe,

the men.

them resolve it

that Ernest never fought back

it to happen at

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

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

thin lips tightly, letting Stanford drag him without fighting

It was the fact,

pissed off Stanford,

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

in Stanford’s opinion, before getting married, once making love became the

Stanford’s words, all people on the

She couldn’t help shaking, and her

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

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

involved in and

ridiculous thing she had done last night so it led

it, Alexander also looked annoyed, gazing at

daggers,

felt that his

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

increase Ernest’s death possibility

all the herbs and come back. Right

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