This was the first time Florence saw that Ernest was sick and so vulnerable. This made her panic as well.
She asked without even thinking, “What can I do so that you’ll be more comfortable?”
“Hug me.”
His voice was very low. His tall body seemed to be unsteady as if he might fall at any moment.
Florence thought that he was unable to support himself and was letting her help him so she hurriedly reached out and embraced his waist.
When she was going to help Ernest, as if he had gotten some kind of permission, he suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her once again.
It was wild and gentle.
In a flash, her heart was in turmoil.
Florence was entirely stunned. Then, she clearly felt that Ernest had…
Florence’s mind exploded with a loud ‘boom’. Now only she realized what did Ernest actually want.
But, how could it be?
She wanted to struggle but Ernest totally did not give her any chance. He embraced her and with a flip, Florence’s body was leaned against the wall.
It was just nice that Florence’s back touched the switch on the wall. With a ‘click’, the room suddenly became dark.
The darkness maximized the stimulation of their senses.
In front of Florence, Ernest’s previous repression instantly broke through all the defences and rushed out like a wild horse that struggled off the reins.
The madness was unstoppable!
In the darkness, there was a messy.
With a series of turns, Florence fell on the bed and next, a tall figure pressed on her body.
Ernest’s broad physique looked even stronger in the darkness.
In puzzlement, Florence gazed at him. A vague memory appeared in her mind once again.
It was the same situation in which she was in a dark room with a man’s body pressing on hers…
His devil-like voice rang in her mind.
If you dare to provoke me, you will pay the price…
Price.
She had given her first time to him.
She had not remembered that nightmare-like night for a long time. But at this moment, the scene and situation now, and Ernest’s figure in front of her seemed to overlap with the man’s figure in her memory.
With the same breath and same danger.
Florence’s entire body stiffened tightly and she almost could not distinguish if it was reality or dream now.
The deepest fear and humility at the very bottom part of her heart were once again awakened.
Her whole body stiffened uncontrollably and her body was even trembling slightly.
She choked as if she was crying, “Don’t touch me, you don’t touch me! Go away…”
Go away!
Don’t touch her.
Because of him, her whole life was ruined.
Her marriage could only become a deal. She did not have the courage to love Ernest anymore.
After that night, her life became messy and she almost suffocated as if she had fallen into a hopeless situation…
Ernest could not stand anymore as the fire which rampaged in his body almost burnt him to ashes. But, he remained patient and she should not be afraid although it was done in a rush.
However, she was still afraid.
Feeling her trembling body and voice of choking with sobs, his action stopped abruptly.
“Florence…”
His voice was very low and he was suppressing the fire that was burning vigorously. And yet, he patiently called her name, trying to ease her fear.
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