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.

about me, so he insisted on carrying me down.

Phoebe was speechless.

she felt as if

they heard

took a

red print appeared. Blood oozed from the corner of his

He was hit.

for him, Florence widened her eyes and

up from the sofa.

it’s the matter between the men. Please let

it by

be that Ernest never fought back and Stanford would hit

it

wanted to break free from Phoebe’s grip and stood up. Then

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

Stanford drag him without fighting back at all or

truly had made love to Florence last night. It was

silent acquiescence pissed off Stanford,

bastard! Do you know once you have sex with Flory, you must do it once every three days... If not, your disease will break

my sister have to be your antidote? Why do you

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

words, all people on the scene who didn’t know

dramatically. She couldn’t help shaking, and her eyes were full of

exhausted both physically and mentally. What Stanford said was

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

was involved in and she

thing she had done last night so it led to

it, Alexander also looked annoyed,

his gaze was the real daggers, he had already cut

that his

for three days by accident, probably

increase Ernest’s death possibility before finding

the herbs and come

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