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…”

saw the tall man who was standing

“Mr. Hawkins?”

as she thought it was a security guard

had been walking in a hurry and his breathing was a bit quick. He hadn’t tapered down his breathing

be rosy looked abnormally pale at the moment and she was shivering

narrowed his eyes, took off his suit jacket, walked over and wrapped it around

still lingering around the jacket. When

as she felt very

even cast a glance at him and acted indifferently as

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

“Ye…Yep.”

sense, hurriedly nodded and then walked towards

curled his lips into a

how long she had been staying here and was

a phone call, “Harold, wait for

surroundings were prevailed by silence as all staff had gotten

there were some night-duty security guards in

the first floor, Florence took off the

the jacket and appeared to be a

return it to me. Wear it

your jacket,