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

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

Phoebe was speechless.

if she

then, they heard

beside Florence, suddenly took a few

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

He was hit.

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

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

between the

it by themselves?

that Ernest never fought back and Stanford would hit him

allow it

frowned deeply and wanted to break free from Phoebe’s grip and stood up. Then she saw Stanford grab Ernest’s collar and

yesterday not to lay your fingers on

drag him without fighting back at all

truly had made love to Florence last night. It was the fact, so he

acquiescence pissed off Stanford,

sex with Flory, you must

will die or not, but why does my sister have to be

love. However, in Stanford’s opinion, before getting married, once

the scene who

but now her expression changed dramatically. She couldn’t help shaking, and her

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

trembling voice as

and

ridiculous thing she had done last

hearing it, Alexander also looked

daggers, he had

that his daughter was

Ernest were separated for three days by accident,

had increase Ernest’s death possibility before finding the

able to find all the herbs and come

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