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?”

a bushed face. Her eyes

was worried about me, so he insisted

Phoebe was speechless.

she felt as if she watched them

heard a

beside Florence, suddenly took a

a fist-sized red print appeared. Blood

He was hit.

him, Florence widened her eyes and yelled, “Stanford Fraser, how dare you hit

bounce up from the sofa. Phoebe, however,

whispered, “Florence, it’s the matter between the men. Please let them resolve it

it

that Ernest never fought back and Stanford would hit him

allow it to

grip and stood up. Then she saw Stanford grab

warned you yesterday not to lay your fingers on Flory.

lips tightly, letting Stanford drag him without fighting

truly had made love to Florence last night. It was

pissed off Stanford, who

in anger, “You bastard! Do you know once you have sex with Flory, you must do it once every

will die or not, but why does my sister have to be your antidote? Why

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

words, all people on the scene

couldn’t help shaking, and her eyes were full of surprise and

both physically and mentally. What Stanford said was like

with a trembling voice as if all her mind had

Florence was involved in and she would

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

looked annoyed,

gaze was the real daggers, he had already cut Ernest

that his daughter was

for three days by accident, probably Ernest would

death possibility before

that Ernest would be able to find all the herbs and

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