“I really want to eat you now.”
Ernest sighed in a low and depressed voice.
Lying in his arms, Florence felt weak all over her body. She could clearly feel the man’s heat and his restraint.
Her face was so red that she didn’t dare to move in his arms.
After all, she aroused his desire.
Normally, he would do it directly, but now Ernest was still seriously injured and he couldn’t do such intense ‘exercise’.
He had to put up with it.
Thinking that he had already been hurt and had to endure the sexual desire, Florence felt even more guilty.
She shouldn’t have come here tonight.
She didn’t take care of him, but aroused his sexual desire and slept on his bed.
Florence was lost in various fancies and conjectures. Listening to the man’s heavy breathing, she fell asleep unconsciously.
Maybe it was because she was too tired during the day, or maybe she was by his side, she was really relieved.
The moon was cold, but the quilt was warm.
Ernest looked at the sleeping woman in his arms and smiled helplessly and dotingly.
He looked out of the window deeply at a direction and smiled. Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
At this moment, not far from the window, there were two people sitting on a chair under a tree.
They were Stanford and Collin.
Stanford’s face darkened as if he was surrounded by a layer of dark clouds.
He stared straight at the window of Ernest’s room, as if there was a knife in his eyes and was going to cut Ernest into pieces.
He had been sitting outside all the time.
Moreover, he had a keen sense of hearing. He had heard everything Florence did since she got out of bed.
Then he heard clearly that she ran into Ernest’s room and was on Ernest’s bed.
He had just taken Florence back to her bed to sleep, but he didn’t expect her to turn around and enter Ernest’s room again.
It was really…
Stanford was pissed off.
“Ouch, it’s so cold. I’m freezing.”
It was a hot day, but Collin held her bare arm and pretended to be trembling.
He teased Stanford with a smile.
Stanford cast a cold glance at him and said, “It’s none of your business. You can go to bed now.”
Collin was dissatisfied with the fact that he was asked to keep watch at night. Now that Florence had sneaked into the Ernest room, there was no need for Collin to stay here any longer.
Collin was glad to hear that, but he didn’t forget to tease Stanford. “Don’t you understand why Florence couldn’t help sneaking into Ernest the whole night?”
Stanford’s face darkened. He stared at Collin and asked, “you know?”
He really couldn’t figure it out. It was just one night that they slept separately. Why did they have to be together?
Collin nodded and looked carefully at Stanford’s cold and unpleasant face, then asked, “Do you know the feeling of one day apart seems like three years?”
‘One day apart seems like three years?’
It was too exaggerated.
Stanford’s face darkened and his eyes were cold. He warned Collin not to talk nonsense.
Looking at the puzzled look on Stanford’s face, Collin knew the answer. As expected, this blockhead didn’t know what ‘one day apart seems like three years’ meant.
“What if we don’t see each other for a long time?”
Collin looked at Stanford meaningfully. “If you don’t see a person for months, or even a few years, or even a lifetime, will you miss her?”
“A person who doesn’t need to meet doesn’t matter to me. How could I…” miss her?
Before Stanford finished his words, he lost his confidence.
All of a sudden, the appearance of Phoebe appeared in his mind, and his heart seemed to be pulled by something, with a faint pain.
For him, Phoebe was the one he would never see for months, or even a few years, or even a lifetime.
But she was not an unimportant person to him. If she needed help or had any accident, he would help her and save her without any hesitation.
But if she didn’t need help, he might never see her again for the rest of his life.
His chest was heavy as if a stone was in it, making Stanford feel hard to breathe.
He even hoped that something bad would happen to Phoebe and that she needed help
But it was impossible.
He and Phoebe were like a broken line, and they would never have any intersection.
…
As she sneaked into Ernest’s room, Florence was afraid that Stanford would find out and scold her again, so she set an alarm clock and got up at dawn.
Then she sat on the edge of the bed and pretended that she just came here.
Stanford also came to the room of Ernest late. His main purpose was to ask Florence to have dinner, so he didn’t seem to find anything unusual.
Florence finally calmed down.
After feeding Ernest in person, Florence went to the kitchen to have dinner.
In the past two days, she noticed one thing that Bonnie didn’t eat much. She had just had two bites and put down her chopsticks.
She looked depressed.
It was obviously abnormal.
Florence liked Bonnie very much, so after dinner, she went to the small garden and found Bonnie who was clipping flowers.
When Bonnie saw Florence, her eyes flashed and her emotions were a little complicated.
She nodded and continued to cut the branches, not as intimate as usual.
She seemed to be a little distant.
Florence stopped beside her and said, “Bonnie, do you have time? Can I talk to you?”
Bonnie stopped cutting the flower branches and said without looking back, “Just say it. I can hear here.”
Florence felt a little helpless and asked, “Are you angry that I didn’t tell you about my relationship with Ernest?”
Bonnie said in a deep voice, “no, I can understand. You and Mr. Hawkins said that you were brother and sister, because you were forced to do so because of safety. I know this kind of thing is not good for me, and it will also put me in danger.”
Moreover, whether Florence and Ernest were brother and sister or a couple did not really have much impact on her.
Hearing that, Florence felt a little relieved. Bonnie was very tolerant and understanding.
But that was why she didn’t know what was going on with Bonnie.
Florence asked, “can you tell me what’s wrong with you?”
With a click, Bonnie cut off a blooming flower.
She was a little confused. “Nothing. I’m fine.”
Although she said she was fine, she was not fine.