Chapter 648: Only Florence


    When Victoria chose the drug, she didn’t leave Ernest a way out at all.


    She was certain that Ernest would be defeated by this drug as well. Hence, he would fail to suppress


    his desire and have sex with Dolores.


    If that happened, everything was settled.


    Ernest’s face was darkened immediately.


    While drinking the cocktail, he knew that there must be something wrong with it. However, he didn’t


    expect that Victoria would be so ruthless. Would he die if he insisted on not doing it?


    If he insisted on being together with Florence, Victoria would rather kill him, wouldn’t she?


    No wonder she was the hostess of the Fraser family who had the power in hand. She was truly


    heartless.


    “Ernest, from tonight on, you are destined not to be together with Florence. Please don’t make it hard


    for yourself. Let me help you...”


    Dolores stood up from the sofa, with an enchanting look, she approached Ernest again.


    Raising her fingers, she put them on his face gently.


    Her fingers were quite cool.


    It felt like the iced water in the fire, making Ernest feel deadly cozy.


    He was drugged, and she was undoubtedly the best antidote to him.


    Dolores’ voice was so tender and enchanting.


    “ept me. You’ll feel better...”


    Ernest felt as if he was roasted on a fire. Right then, he truly wanted to feel better, and her suggestion


    sounded so attractive.


    Ernest’s eyes slightly twinkled, bing blurred for a moment.


    His reason was almost broken down.


    Noticing it, Dolores kept on luring him. Her exposed body was about to cling to him.


    “Make love to me.”


    Her words reechoed in his mind.


    His body couldn’t hold the most primitive impulse any longer. His eyes became so reddish.


    However, inwardly, he was overwhelmed by the disgust.


    He was sickened.


    He always distanced himself from women except for Florence.


    “Ho... I’ll just die.”


    Ernest suddenly took a few steps back in stiffened pace, but he looked extremely determined.


    He walked backward step by step, distancing himself from Dolores bit by bit.


    “Tell Victoria Wilson -- Florence is her daughter. If she doesn’t agree, I won’t take Florence away from


    her forcibly. But I love Florence. If I’m still alive, I must be with her. Otherwise, she can kill me today


    and everything wille to an end.”


    After finishing his words, Ernest opened the bathroom door and walked in quickly.


    Then with a click, he locked the door from the inside.


    When Dolores came back to her senses, she immediately rushed over, but she failed to open the door


    of the bathroom.


    Right now, she finally panicked.


    She patted on the door in a panic and yelled, “Ernest, you can’t do this. Hurry up ande out. The


    drug effect will be stronger and stronger. You won’t be able to bear it at all.”


    The door was still closed, locked from the inside. Then she heard the sound of the running water.


    She guessed that Ernest was using the cold water.


    Dolores didn’t care if she had failed the task. She became more worried.


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    Victoria had told her how strong the drug effect was.


    The cold water wouldn’t work at all. At least, it could make the man keep the reason for a short while.


    “Ernest, open the door. If you tried hard to bear it, you’ll damage your health. The effect will be


    strongerter. You won’t hold on to it anyway. If you’ve lost the reason, you will stille back to find


    me. Why do you have to torture yourself like this?” Dolores yelled in a panic, afraid that his heath would


    be damaged.


    He was her future husband.


    Ernest ignored herpletely.


    Only the sound of the running water was heard from the bathroom.


    Dolores kept convincing him outside, but the door had never been opened.


    After a long while, Dolores was still waiting for Ernest toe back. She was quite confident earlier,


    but the longer she waited, the less confident she was.


    Ernest didn’te out from the bathroom at all.


    She checked the time -- two and half hours had already passed.


    If Ernest couldn’t have sex in three hours, he would die for sure.


    Dolores’ expression changed dramatically, bing more panicked. However, even if she roared


    hoarsely, she could only hear the sound of the running water from the bathroom.


    She didn’t know if Ernest was alive or dead.


    She wondered if he had drowned in the cold water when cooling himself down.


    She didn’t believe a man could have such strong endurance to control the drug effect.


    “Ernest! Ernest! What’s wrong with you? Can you answer me?”


    Dolores patted the door anxiously and bumped it.


    However, nothing worked.


    She became more panicked.


    If something truly happened to Ernest because of her, Florence wouldn’t let her go for sure.


    Even if Dolores was also a daughter from the Fraser family, Florence was the daughter of their master,


    whom Dolores could never bepared to.


    Dolorespletely panicked.


    Her legs were weakened. She said in a trembling voice, “Please! You must be all right. I’ll ask someone


    toe in to rescue you. I’ll call someone. Please hold on.”


    As she spoke, Dolores was about to trot out of the study.


    Then she heard Ernest’s deep and hoarse voice from the bathroom. “If you dare to call someone in, I’ll


    kill you first.”


    Dolores suddenly paused her pace.


    Ernest was fine.


    Before she could feel delighted, she hurriedlyy prone in front of the bathroom door.


    She said anxiously, “Ernest, since you are fine, please open the door. It’s already two and a half hours.


    If the time passed, you would break down.”


    “I said I’d rather die," Ernest stressed each syble determinedly.


    If Dolores would go to call someone in, they would forcibly open the door of the bathroom. He was on


    the end of his rope already, so he didn’t know what would happen. At least, right now, he could still hold


    on.


    Dolores’ face turned pale in fear, copsing on the floor.


    She said between sobs, “You’d rather die than having sex with me? Am I that bad to make you


    disdain?”


    “I don’t care what you are,” Ernest said in an extremely indifferent tone. His hoarse voice was


    trembling, “I only want Florence.”


    Dolores was lying prone on the floor with an extremely pale face.


    She couldn’t have the guts to struggle anymore.


    She smiled while weeping. “But, you won’t get Florence either. You’ll die. You’ll definitely die. Is it worth


    it?”


    Her question reechoed in his mind.


    In the bathroom, he didn’t respond again. Dolores could only hear the sound of the running water.


    The silence seemed to be the most determined answer to her.


    It was worth it.


    …


    “Ah!”


    Florence had a nightmare. She suddenly opened her eyes.


    Sweat beads oozed on her forehead. With a pale face, she couldn’t help shivering.


    After a long while, her sight was focused. She stared at the ceiling and gradually came back to her


    senses.


    It was just a dream.


    “Holy smoke. So scary.”


    She patted her chest, subconsciously reaching out to hold the man lying next to her.


    However, when she reached out, space next to her was empty.


    She wondered where Ernest was.


    Florence was taken aback for a moment. She fumbled for him but only touched the cold quilt.


    Ernest wasn’t there.


    She soberedpletely. In a hurry, she sat up and turned on themp on the nightstand, which lit up


    the whole room.


    She looked aside.


    He wasn’t there.


    Her room was also empty. Ernest wasn’t seen at all.


    She checked the time -- it was already past midnight. She wondered why he wasn’t in her room.


    Florence suddenly had an extremely bad hunch.