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?”
was taken aback. She was just being polite to thank him. How come he asked
this man couldn’t bear suffering a
like me to thank you, then?”
rubbed on her
luring voice, “After your period, you
expected that he would be so shameless. It turned out that he was still thinking about that kind
embarrassment, Florence titled her
getting annoyed, he put his palm on Florence’s lower
“Does it hurt?”
“A little bit.”
her head. Then she turned quite surprised. She looked at Ernest in
and he didn’t have any girlfriend before,
Florence denied her thought - did
squinted, looking at Ernest up and down. “You seem to know quite a lot. Have
would teach the
his thin lips. “Nope. You are my first
out, “Are you
She blushed deeply in shame. She was about
love before, as an adult man and a rich man with
so many details. After knowing his answer, she felt
asked playfully, “Are
Why would she get jealous of those women who were not even his girlfriends? Florence
she said she was not jealous, he couldn’t find a trace of
glad you’re not
said in an extremely doting voice, “Anyway, you are the
wondered what he meant by she was the only
wouldn’t make up such
Florence asked, “What do you mean? I don’t
Ernest answered in
put down the