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?”

her head with a bushed

was worried about me, so he insisted on carrying me

Phoebe was speechless.

as if she

heard a

was standing beside Florence, suddenly took a few steps back to maintain

fair face, a fist-sized red print appeared. Blood

He was hit.

him, Florence widened her eyes and yelled,

spoke, Florence wanted to bounce up from

matter between the men. Please let

resolve it

would be that Ernest never fought back and Stanford would hit

it to

frowned deeply and wanted to break free from Phoebe’s grip and stood

Hawkins, I warned you yesterday not to lay your

lips tightly, letting Stanford drag him

night. It was the fact, so he didn’t think he needed to

silent acquiescence pissed off Stanford, who got more

neck and roared in anger, “You bastard! Do you know once you have sex with Flory, you must do it once every three days... If not, your disease will break out. If you don’t

does my sister have to

was normal for the love birds to make love. However, in Stanford’s opinion, before

the scene who didn’t

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

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

with a trembling voice as if

and she would become

what kind of ridiculous thing she had done last night so it led to such

also looked annoyed, gazing at

gaze was the real daggers,

his daughter

separated for three days

increase Ernest’s death possibility

and

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