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 eyes twinkled in

whispered to answer, “Ernest was worried about me, so he insisted

Phoebe was speechless.

as if

they heard a loud

suddenly took a few steps

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

He was hit.

him, Florence widened her eyes and yelled,

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

the men. Please let them

them resolve it by themselves?

would be that Ernest never fought back and Stanford would

it

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

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

tightly, letting Stanford drag him

night. It was the fact, so

off Stanford, who

“You bastard! Do you know once you have sex with Flory, you must

why does my

Stanford’s opinion, before getting married, once making

hearing Stanford’s words, all people on the scene

dramatically. She couldn’t help

both physically and mentally. What Stanford said was like the last

it be possible?” she muttered with a trembling

and she

wondering what kind of ridiculous thing she had done

hearing it, Alexander also looked annoyed, gazing

real daggers, he had already cut Ernest

felt that his

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

had increase Ernest’s death possibility before finding the

no confidence that Ernest would be able to find all the herbs and come

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