Chapter 860 He was there


    Phoebe was stunned.


    She was like being struck by thunder.


    So, what the hell was this? The absurd nightst night was not a dream, but real?


    Did she really sleep with Stanford?


    It was ten million times more ridiculous than a dream!


    Phoebe was so shocked that she couldn''te back to her senses. Stanford''s thick eyshes


    trembled slightly and then he slowly opened his eyes.


    His beautiful eyes were a little blurred, but there was only a second left. When he saw the Phoebe


    in front of him, he immediately woke up.


    When their eyes met, they all saw themselves in each other''s eyes, as well as their faces full of


    disbelief and extreme embarrassment.


    "Bang!"


    The two of them almost reflexively turned their backs to each other.


    At the same time, they were all pulling the quilt to wrap themselves.


    However, what they covered was just a quilt. As they pulled, the two people, who had been


    separated a little bit, were passively leaning against each other again.


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    The touch on their back was their smooth and warm skin.


    The scene ofst night was like a fire burning in her mind, making her nerves tremble.


    Phoebe froze.


    Stanford let go of his hand as if he had thrown away a hot potato. Then he got out of bed and put on


    his clothes and pants at a fast speed.


    Her clothes were a little messy, but at least they covered his body.


    Phoebe wrapped herself in the quilt. She was stiff and didn''t dare to look at the man behind her.


    Just by feeling his existence, she was about to go crazy with embarrassment.


    She was really going crazy.


    How ridiculous it wasst night that she could sleep with Stanford! This was unimaginable, but it


    really happened.


    She waspletely confused and dumbfounded.


    Although Stanford put on his clothes, he was still tightly wrapped in the ufortableness.


    Last night, he didn''t have any excuse to justify himself. He made love with Phoebe crazily when she


    was not awake.


    Now she was awake. It was hard for her to ept it.


    His eyes were deep. He hesitated for a long time before he said in a low voice, "Phoebe,st


    night..."


    "Ah!"


    Phoebe covered her ears and screamed loudly as if she was going to break through the roof.


    She didn''t want to listen!


    Last night, she vaguely remembered those ridiculous and shameful things. She took the initiative to


    seduce Stanford.


    The more initiative she was, the more desperate she wanted to die now.


    She was worse than a beast. How could she forcibly do it with Stanford?


    He must get even with her.


    Embarrassed and scared, Phoebe didn''t dare to stay any longer. She grabbed the quilt, wrapped


    herself up and jumped off the bed.


    Then she rushed out without looking back.


    Seeing Phoebe running away in a hurry, Stanford''s temple throbbed violently.


    When the woman woke up in the morning, her first reaction was to run!


    It was really…


    "Phoebe, stop!"


    He reproached.


    He had to make it clear to her about what happenedst night.


    Phoebe didn''t want to listen to him. She opened the door and ran out.


    All she wanted to do now was to run as far as possible, to the ends of the earth, and never see


    Stanford again in her life.


    She was too ashamed to see him.


    In this case, they could never contact each other for the rest of their lives.


    “Phoebe.”


    When Florence came out of the room, she saw Phoebe, who was wrapped in a quilt and running


    away in a hurry.


    She was barefoot, and there were hickeys on her neck. She looked like she had been kissed by


    someone.


    Florence''s heart skipped a beat. She thought that Phoebe would have a rest in another room like


    her after she was poisoned yesterday.


    But she didn''t expect to see Phoebe like this when she came out!


    "Phoebe, what''s wrong with you? Who bullied you?"


    Florence rushed over and grabbed Phoebe. At the same time, she quickly took off her coat and put


    it on Phoebe''s exposed shoulder.


    Standing next to Florence, Ernest''s eyes darkened when he saw Florence''s arm.


    Then he took off his coat and put it on Florence.


    Florence''s attention was all on Phoebe. She didn''t notice that she was covered with a coat and


    looked at Phoebe nervously.


    "Phoebe, tell me, who bullied you? I''ll kill him!"


    Phoebe finally came back to her senses from the panic. Looking at Florence''s nervous and angry


    face, she felt even more embarrassed.


    Who bullied her?


    She must have raped Stanford.


    Thinking of the crazy things she had done, Phoebe wanted to find a piece of tofu to kill herself and


    dig a piece ofnd to bury herself.


    She hurriedly pulled her coat tighter to cover the traces as much as possible.


    She blinked and said, "No one bullied me. I was just like this because there were too many


    mosquitoesst night."


    Phoebe stammered.


    But even if they were best friends, she really didn''t have the courage to confess to Florence that she


    raped her brother.


    It was too shameful.


    It was so terrible.


    Looking at Phoebe''s sad face, Florence felt even more sorry for her.


    After being poisonedst night, she had been in aa for a whole night. She had no defensive


    ability at all. Phoebe must have been in the same weak state, so she had been bullied.


    The more she thought about it, the more ufortable Florence felt.


    Tears welled up in her eyes. She gritted her teeth and said to Phoebe


    "Phoebe, don''t be afraid. Just tell me who bullied you. No matter who he is or how powerful he is, I


    will make him pay the price!"


    Florence said seriously and firmly.


    Stanford happened to hear what she said.


    He suddenly froze and looked at his sister in astonishment, looking very unnatural.


    Could he tell her that he was the one she was going to deal with?


    Stanford felt his temples throbbing violently. He had never felt so embarrassed and stressed before.


    Phoebe stood with her back to Stanford.


    She bit her lips tightly and her heart was in a mess. She didn''t know how to open her mouth.


    But not to mention that, Florence was worried about her.


    For a moment, she was in a dilemma.


    Looking at Florence''s red eyes, Ernest''s eyes darkened all of a sudden. No matter what the reason


    was, he didn''t want to see her sad or crying.


    He turned to look at Stanford and said in a low voice, "Florence, the person you asked is here."


    What?


    Florence was surprised and followed Ernest’s sight...