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…”

she was stunned when she saw the tall man who was

“Mr. Hawkins?”

the one who came to save her was Ernest as she thought it was

that Ernest had been walking in a hurry and his breathing was a

her face that was used to be rosy looked abnormally pale at the moment and

his suit jacket,

body was still lingering around the jacket. When it

was frozen as she

indifferently as if they were just strangers. But why

Ernest asked in a low voice, “Can you walk

“Ye…Yep.”

came to her own sense, hurriedly nodded

at Florence’s petite figure from behind, Ernest curled his lips into

no idea about how long she had been staying here and was afraid that she

call, “Harold, wait for me in Senna

that the surroundings were prevailed by silence as all

were some night-duty security guards

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, Mr.

jacket and appeared to

need to return it to me. Wear

your jacket, it would have a negative