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?”

bushed face. Her

answer, “Ernest was worried about me, so he insisted on carrying me down.

Phoebe was speechless.

felt as if she

then, they heard a loud

suddenly took a few steps back to maintain his

a fist-sized red print appeared. Blood oozed from

He was hit.

so sorry for him, Florence widened her eyes and

to bounce up from the sofa.

the men. Please let

them resolve it

that Ernest never fought back and

it to happen

to break free from Phoebe’s grip and stood

to lay your

lips tightly, letting Stanford drag him

truly had made love to Florence last night. It was the fact, so he didn’t

silent acquiescence pissed off

Flory, you must do it once every three days... If not, your

does my sister have to be your

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

on the scene who didn’t know about it

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

both physically and mentally.

possible?” she muttered with a trembling voice as if

was involved in and she would

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

it, Alexander also looked annoyed, gazing at

the real daggers, he had already cut Ernest into

his daughter was definitely

three days by accident,

had increase Ernest’s death possibility before finding the

confidence that Ernest would be able to find all the herbs and come back. Right now, he even couldn’t believe that

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