My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

In the toilet…

Florence, who was sitting on the lid of a toilet bowl in a cubicle, rubbed her arms from time to time.

It was so chilly in the toilet at night.

“Ahchoo!” Florence sneezed uncontrollably.

She just recovered from the cold but she guessed that she would catch a cold or fever again after being trapped in this toilet for the whole night.

Although Florence felt helpless, she couldn’t find a way to get out of here, so she could just nodded off on the toilet bowl.

Suddenly, there came some slight knocking sounds from the door.

Florence abruptly opened her eyes and hurriedly walked out of the cubicle as she seemed to see the hope.

“Anyone there? I’m trapped inside. Open the door please.”

It seemed that the one outside had heard her words as the knocking sound from the door came to a halt. But at the next moment, the sound became louder. With a loud bang, something at the entrance was thrown away and the door of the toilet was pushed opened.

Florence was ravished with joy. Someone finally came to help her and she didn’t have to be trapped in the toilet tonight.

“Thank you…”

as she was stunned when she saw the tall man who was standing at

“Mr. Hawkins?”

to save her was Ernest as she thought it was a

a hurry and his breathing was a bit quick. He hadn’t

and found that her face that was used to be

took off his suit jacket, walked over

from his body was still lingering around the jacket. When it touched

frozen as she felt

a glance at him and acted indifferently as

spot, Ernest asked in a low voice, “Can you

“Ye…Yep.”

sense, hurriedly nodded and then

figure from behind, Ernest curled his lips into a straight line with a touch

so weak. But he had no idea about how long she had been staying here and was afraid that she would get ill

produced his phone and made a phone call,

prevailed by silence as all staff had gotten off work and there was no one

there were some night-duty security

a lift downstairs together. When they were about to reach the first floor, Florence took off the warm jacket and handed it to Ernest politely, “Thank you,

didn’t take the jacket and appeared to be a bit

need to return it to me. Wear it

that I’m wearing your jacket, it would have a negative