After hanging up the phone, Florence thought that Ernest called her from the supermarket and then he would drive up to the hillside. Hence, it might take him a long while.
Unexpectedly, she saw Ernest come back shortly.
She gaped at him when he climbed in from the window. “How could it be so fast?” She wondered if he flew back.
Seeing through her mind, Ernest didn’t explain.
He walked to her and bend over slightly, approaching her with his handsome face.
“Don’t you want to reward me for it?”
Reward him? For what?
Looking at the enlarged side face in front of her, Florence blushed instantly, wondering if he was asking for a kiss.
With a hammered heart and twinkled eyes, Florence snatched the tampon from his hand.
“I’m going to the bathroom.”
After finishing her words, she sneaked into the bathroom as if she was escaping.
Ernest looked at her receding back, curling up his lips into a doting smile.
With Florence by his side, he would always be in a good mood.
After changing the tampon, Florence walked out of the bathroom, only to find Ernest sitting on the sofa again with a glass of wine in his hand. He took a sip.
However, she noticed the bottle of wine was almost finished.
It seemed that he had drunk a lot tonight.
However, Florence understood that any man would be quite depressed when he was at the most critical moment in bed. Moreover, Ernest was interrupted twice in a row.
Florence felt a bit sorry for him. Walking to the sofa, she sat down next to him.
“Ernest, thanks for the tampon,” she said. After a pause, she added, “I really appreciate it.”
He rushed to shop for the tampon for her at midnight.
Ernest raised his hand and held Florence in his arms, pressing a doting smile.
“You can’t only thank me by words.”
He looked at her deeply. “How would you like to thank me?”
Florence was taken aback. She was just being polite to thank him. How come he asked for the reward?
It seemed that this man couldn’t bear suffering a loss at all.
“How would you like me to thank you, then?” she asked him.
Ernest’s palm rubbed on her shoulder gently.
He said in a steady, low, and luring voice, “After your period, you take the initiative.”
Florence blushed in an instant.
She had never expected that he would be so shameless. It turned out that he was still thinking about that kind of stuff.
In embarrassment, Florence titled her head shyly, completely ignoring him.
Ernest chuckled. Instead of getting annoyed, he put his palm on Florence’s lower belly, pressing gently.
“Does it hurt?”
“A little bit.”
Florence shook her head. Then she turned quite surprised. She looked at Ernest in shock, “How do you know girls may have menstrual pain?”
In her opinion, he was a superior man and he didn’t have any girlfriend before, so he wouldn’t know such a thing.
Next second, Florence denied her thought – did he truly have no girlfriend before?
She squinted, looking at Ernest up and down. “You seem to know quite a lot. Have you had a girlfriend before?”
Usually, the girlfriend would teach the man about such matters.
Ernest pressed his thin lips. “Nope. You are my first one.”
His affirmative answer warmed up Florence’s heart.
She was Ernest’s first girlfriend.
In a surprise, she blurted out, “Are you still a virgin?”
Ernest looked at Florence more deeply.
Florence finally realized how straightforward her question was. She blushed deeply in shame. She was about to explain and change the subject.
Ernest answered calmly, “No, I’m not.”
Florence gaped.
For some reason, she became upset and quite disappointed. Although Ernest hadn’t been in love before, as an adult man and a rich man with power, he should have many dates before.
However, she had asked for so many details. After knowing his answer, she felt upset.
Looking at Florence’s face with disappointment, Ernest curled up his lips into a smile.
Rubbing her hair, he asked playfully, “Are you jealous?”
“Not at all!” Florence retorted stubbornly.
Those were all bygones for him. Why would she get jealous of those women who were not even his girlfriends? Florence told herself not to be jealous.
Ernest stared at her deeply. Although she said she was not jealous, he couldn’t find a trace of a smile on her face.
“I’m glad you’re not jealous.”
He chuckled and he said in an extremely doting voice, “Anyway, you are the only woman I have.”
“What?”
Florence gaped at Ernest, looking quite confused.
He wasn’t a virgin, and they hadn’t made love yet. She wondered what he meant by she was the only woman for him.
It was so contradicted, wasn’t it?
However, Ernest would never lie to her and he wouldn’t make up such a stupid and contradicted lie. She wondered why he said that.
In confusion, Florence asked, “What do you mean? I don’t understand.”
“Think it yourself,” Ernest answered in such a mysterious way.
Then he put down the goblet.
While Florence was still puzzled, Ernest suddenly lifted her and carried her in his arms.
“What are you doing?”
In shock, Florence hurriedly wrapped her arms around Ernest’s neck. Since her body was in the mid-air, she instantly forgot the matter that bothered her just now.
Ernest said, “Let’s go to bed.”
Florence felt the soft mattress sinking. Looking at the man lying next to her, she felt as if there were a bunny hopping in her chest restlessly.
“Will you stay here tonight?”
“Yeah.”
Ernest nodded. He leaned over and held Florence in his arms.
He said in an ambiguous tone, “Do you think I just came here for making love for you only?”
Florence blushed, pushing him away in embarrassment.
“I don’t want to make love to you. How shameless you are!”
“We didn’t succeed, but now you don’t admit it, do you?”
With a playful smile, Ernest said jokingly, “Florence Fraser, I’ve never expected that you are such a woman!”
His tone was full of complaints as if Florence was a moody woman only favoring the one-night-stand.
Florence’s mouth corners twitched. He said those words even before they made love. She wondered how arrogant he would be after they had done it.
She was a bit annoyed, so she decided to ignore Ernest. While she was lost in thought, she felt a warm big palm rubbed her lower belly.
Florence stiffed instantly, hurriedly grabbing his palm.
“Stop it, Ernest. I’m on period.”
Ernest chuckled in low voice, “Florence, I’m not that nasty. But you…”
He didn’t finish his words, but his implication hinted that she was the woman who coveted his body.
Florence was extremely shy and annoyed. She wondered if he wasn’t going to make love, why would he touched her belly.
When she was about to retort, she felt that Ernest’s palm on her belly stayed without moving at all. From his palm, the waves of warmth spread on her belly.
Florence was in a daze.
It wasn’t until now did she realize that he was afraid that she would suffer in the menstrual pain, so he was warming up her lower belly.
He did it out of his kindness, but she had misunderstood.
Florence was touched and shy. With a blushed face, she had no guts to look at him. Like a turtle, she pressed her face in his arms, dodging his eye contact.