Chapter 953: Vomiting


    Ernest stepped forward and ced his broad palm on Florence''s head and gently stroked it.


    The temperature was normal.


    Her face was ruddy.


    Her breathing was even.


    Everything looked normal.


    "Eh? Why are you back?"


    Florence''s eyes opened a slit as she looked at Ernest in a daze.


    Like a kitten, she subconsciously rubbed it against Ernest''s palm.


    Ernest looked at her worriedly, "Why did you fall asleep again? Are you not feeling well? Get up and


    let the doctor have a look, okay?"


    Florence blinked and pulled Ernest''s arm into her arms.


    She rolled overfortably andughed.


    "No, I''m not ufortable. I''m in perfect condition. I wasn''t awake in the morning, and I''m sleeping


    well now."


    Florence shook the book she was holding on her chest, "This book is too difficult, and more


    hypnotic than a luby. I''ve only read a few pages and already I couldn''t stand it."


    Ernest nced at the book. It was one he had read, and it was all about expertise.


    It was gobbledegook to theyman, and the more she read it, the more confused and sleepier she


    would be.


    So she fell back asleep reading it.


    That reason made sense, but Ernest was still a little unsettled.


    "Are you really fine? It would be good to have a doctore and check you out."


    Florence shook her head firmly, "No, I''m okay. Besides, I don''t want to be treated by a doctor I don''t


    know."


    Collin followed Stanford and they were on the run. The good doctor they knew was not around now.


    Now Ernest was in a tricky situation, and there were uncertain risks of finding a doctor they weren’t


    familiar with.


    She wasn''t ufortable and didn''t want to take the risk even more.


    Ernest looked at Florence''s assured, lively face and thought she really didn''t look sick either.


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    He hesitated for a moment before saying in a deep voice


    "We won''t call a doctor for now. If you feel the slightest difort, tell me immediately, okay?"


    "Yes, I know."


    Florence wrapped her arms around Ernest''s neck and pouted, "They said you wouldn''t be back until


    this afternoon. Howe you''re back now?"


    What else could it be about? It was because of her. He had left all the pressing matters at hand


    behind, fearing that she might have the slightest ident.


    Ernest smiled, "I''m almost done with my work and cane back to have lunch with you."


    "Really? Great!" Florence was instantly overjoyed. She didn''t have to eat lunch alone.


    She tilted her head happily and kissed Ernest on the cheek.


    Ernest gazed at her, and his eyes suddenly darkened.


    His voice was husky, "If you''re going to kiss me, you''ll have to be more sincere."


    "Huh?"


    What did he mean by that?


    Florence wondered, and before she could react, Ernest pressed his thin lips against hers.


    A frenzied kiss swept over her at once.


    They kissed passionately.


    Florence was even more swooned, and her body went limp.


    It wasn''t until after Ernest had ravished her to his satisfaction that Florence sat down at the table


    with two swollen lips and lethargy on her face.


    She covered her mouth and stared at Ernest sulkily.


    He was truly a wolf, and a hungry one that had never had eaten enough in his life.


    Ernest looked at Florence and suddenly leaned in close to her and whispered yfully in her ear.


    "Why are you looking at me like that? You wanna pay off the debt you owed mest night?"


    The debt ofst night ...


    Florence''s face instantly flushed red with shame.


    He didn''tanything to herst night when she was asleep, but he actually remembered it to today and


    wanted her to make up for it.


    Men, jerk.


    "Let, let’s have lunch."


    Florence buried her head in her food, not daring to look at him.


    She couldn''t afford to mess with him, but she could avoid him.


    Ernest smiled dotingly at the shy look on Florence''s face as she shoved food into her mouth.


    He handed her the soup.


    "Have some soup. Slower, don''t choke yourself."


    ording to the maid''s report, she hadn''t eaten much this morning either and was drowsy, which


    was why he was so worried.


    Now it seemed that she had lost her appetite in the morning because she hadn''t woken up from her


    doze.


    Now she was alive and healthy again.


    More than halfway through the meal, Timothy came in in a hurry.


    He nodded to Florence first and then said to Ernest in a deep voice.


    "Mr. Fraser, there''s something you need to take care of right now."


    Timothy Reid was the person who had been with Ernest the longest and most attentive. He would


    not have disturbed Ernest''s meal at this time if it wasn''t urgent and he had no other choice.


    Florence immediately smiled, "Go ahead and get to work. I''ll just eat by myself."


    With that, Florence looked again at Ernest''s bowl of uneaten food and turned her head to the maid


    and instructed, "Put one in the lunch-box and send it over."


    Naturally, it was for Ernest.


    Seeing that Florence had arranged it so thoughtfully, Ernest knew that the matter was urgent and


    did not hesitate.


    He turned to Florence and said, "I''ll go first. You must finish all the food and eat your fill. I''ll be back


    when I''m done."


    "Okay, I''ll wait here for you." Florence smiled sweetly.


    Looking at her, Ernest was a bit sad to leave.


    He stroked her hair with his big palm and talked to her for a while longer before he stood up and


    walked out.


    In a few moments, Ernest was out of sight.


    Without him, the whole dining room seemed empty and silent without any warmth.


    Florence looked at the table of delicious food and lost her appetite.


    She even felt a little sick to her stomach.


    The feeling rose up in her stomach and grew stronger, "Err..."


    "Ms. Fraser, what''s wrong with you?"


    The maids who were keeping an eye on her came round in a rush.


    Feeling giddy, Florence slumped over a rubbish bin and threw up drastically.


    Everything she had just eaten were vomited out.


    After a long time, Florence looked as if she had vomited everything out of her stomach before she


    stopped and sat down weakly in the chair.


    The maid looked at her worriedly, "Mr. Hawkins hasn''t gone far. I''ll go and call him back right now."


    "No, no."


    Florence stopped the maid, "He has an emergency to attend to. Don''t call him. I just puked up


    because I was choked. I am fine now."


    Seeing the worried look on the maid''s face, Florence managed a smile.


    "Really, it''s just a normal retching. I feel much better now."


    The maid was still anxious, "Ms. Fraser, how about having the doctore over and take a look?"


    "No, there''s no need. I''m quite all right."


    Florence decisively refused, and then looked at the maid seriously.


    She said in amanding tone, "You mustn''t tell Ernest about my vomiting, okay?"


    The maid was in a dilemma, "Ms. Fraser, it''s not a good idea ..."


    "I don''t want him to worry about some trivial matters. None of you are allowed to say anything about


    it."


    Florence''s attitude became even more assertive.