Chapter 351: She Threw Up on Ernest


    She should not drink liquor if she could not hold it well. Ernest wanted to kick her away out of


    annoyance yet she did not move a leg. He frowned and held her up from his legs. “Florence, wake up.”


    He held her shoulders and tried to make her look at him, yet her body was weak like noodles and she


    fell straight into his arms.


    The mixture of the pungent smell of alcohol and her nd body fragrance actually formed a smell that


    made him moved. Ernest froze and he looked at the woman in front of her who was clinging towards


    him. She unconsciously put her arms around his neck and cuddled towards his chest, closing her eyes


    wanting to sleep.


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    Without support, her body slid down. Ernest instantly held her due to reflex and she clung towards him


    closer. The soft texture that he had longed for days and nights sparked the desire inside him almost


    immediately and he lost his self-control.


    “Send her home!” Ernest ordered with a coarse voice. He carried her up and walked towards the car


    beside the road. God knows how much effort he had used to forbid himself from doing things to her.


    Timothy quickly opened the backdoor of the car with deference. He could not help but admire his


    master’s self control ability. Miss Fraser had be that drunk and she had even clung towards him.


    Any ordinary man would have lost his control.


    With a gloomy look, Ernest wanted to put Florence into the car. Yet as he had just approached the car


    seat, Florence started to struggle. “That smells awful, I don’t want to get in.” She struggled very hard


    and wanted to get down. Ernest quickly held her tighter and took a few steps backward. He looked at


    her who was in his arms and frowned, saying patiently, “Stop it, get into the car and go home.”


    “No, I’m feeling unwell. Let go of me.” Florence’s face contorted and she muttered. She struggled and


    wanted to get down. Yet she could not stand straight and was falling towards the side. Ernest could


    only pull her back into his arms.


    Florence struggled, looking unwell. “Let go of me, let go of me…” Her strength was little yet she still


    insisted to push him away, contrary to what she looked like just now, when she insisted to cling towards


    him. Ernest felt his head ached and he rubbed his temples, jerking her back to his arms. “Enough, go


    home.” As he spoke, he carried her and wanted to bring her to the car forcibly.


    If he allowed her to mess like that, they would have to spend the whole night by the street. She had


    drunken alcohol and she might catch a cold. Florence’s face contorted more as they approached the


    car and her stomach became upset. She immediately backed up, leant towards Ernest and threw up.


    The vomits allnded on Ernest’s suit.


    Ernest was petrified while Timothy’s face twitched. His face had gone cadaverous due to fright. Miss


    Fraser had actually thrown up on Mr. Hawkins! Ernest always had an obsession for cleanliness and he


    could not bear his clothes getting stained at all. He had not touched such filthy things in his life before.


    Miss Fraser had certainly pushed his buttons and she would not get away with it.


    “Sir, let me hold Miss Fraser.” Afraid that Florence would be killed by Ernest at the scene, Timothy


    quickly came forward and wanted to get her away from him. Yet Ernest shot him a re coldly. “Go


    away.” Timothy’s hands froze in the air and he was immobilized amidst the wind.


    He looked at Ernest’s hands which had held Florence the whole time and did not let go, and suddenly


    thought he had thought too much. Ernest still held Florence although he had suffered that much. His


    feelings towards her had been magnificent.


    Ernest was mping his hands onto Florence to forbid her from falling down due to loss of bnce. He


    looked down at the stain on his chest and wrinkled his eyebrows. He seemed to only make a decision


    after a while and he walked towards the hotel behind him while dragging Florence.


    Florence felt much morefortable after throwing up. She looked baffled as she staggered all the


    way while being dragged along. “What are you doing? Who are you? Why are you pulling me? Let me


    go.” She struggled. Her eyes zed over and her mind was a mess. She failed to use her mind


    properly.


    The hotel staff all looked towards the entrance when they heard Florence yelling. They instantly saw


    Ernest who had returned with a gloomy look and he was dragging a girl in who had kept on struggling.


    The girl’s face was flushing and her eyes had lost focus, it was obvious that she had gone drunk.


    Seeing the stain on Ernest’s chest, it seemed to be the girl’s doing.


    They instantly imagined a scenario. That drunken girl had pounced on Mr. Hawkins boldly, yet due to


    the alcoholic effect, she had thrown up at him without even approaching him, and she had provoked


    Mr. Hawkins. Seeing him forcibly taking her in, they wondered how he would deal with her. Would he


    do the business with her?


    As they were imagining all sorts of conditions, they noticed Ernest had reached the counter, and he


    rumbled, “Give me a presidential suite.” As he spoke, he tossed a credit card onto the counter casually.


    The front deskdies were all shocked with mouth agape. Their conjecture had been proven true. Mr.


    Hawkins was angry that he wanted to do the business with the girl!


    Although that girl was still struggling, and she looked reluctant, but…Damn how envious they were. It


    turned out Mr. Hawkins liked that type of scenario. Once they had gotten drunk next time, they must


    find a chance to approach him and throw up at him.


    Seeing the front deskdies all went absent-minded, he bawled impatiently, “Get me a room!” Feeling a


    chill down their spine, they quickly reacted. “Yes, yes, will do.” They hurriedly processed and gave him


    a room card, yet they were secretlyining. It turned out Mr. Hawkins who could not wait to satisfy


    his libido was that handsome!


    Ernest took the room card and no longer glimpsed at them. He half dragged and half carried Florence


    while striding towards the lift. Timothy who was left outside was in a daze as he stood in the wind


    alone. Had Mr. Hawkins forgotten something?


    Ernest was pulling a long face as he brought Florence all the way to the room. He let her drink some


    water and rinse her mouth, and put her onto the couch. “Sit here.” He paused and ordered with a


    gloomy look, “Don’t move.” Florence lied on the couch like a boneless squid. She looked at the man


    before her in confusion and nodded docilely. There was an obedient smile on her face.


    Ernest’s anger vanished when he saw that. He could not get angry anymore. He then nced at her


    again with worry before striding towards the bathroom. He could not hold the stain on him any longer


    and he had to wash it away this instant! The sshing sound of water was heard after he entered the


    bathroom.