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…”

when she saw the tall man who was

“Mr. Hawkins?”

Ernest as she thought it was a security guard who came upstairs to go the

a hurry and his

his gaze on Florence and found that her face that was used to be rosy looked abnormally pale

took off his suit jacket,

was still lingering around the jacket. When it touched her cold skin, Florence suddenly felt

was frozen as she

having the meeting, he didn’t even cast a glance at him and acted indifferently as if they were just strangers. But

was frozen on the spot, Ernest asked in a low voice, “Can you walk

“Ye…Yep.”

hurriedly nodded and then walked towards

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

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

phone call, “Harold,

surroundings were prevailed by silence as all staff had gotten off work and

there were some night-duty security guards in the

took a lift downstairs together. When they were about to reach the first floor, Florence took off the warm jacket

jacket and appeared to be a bit

to return it to me. Wear it back

security guards in the lobby notice that I’m wearing your jacket, it would have a negative impact.” Florence