Chapter 87
She took a deep breath, removed her coat, and reached into the toilet to retrieve the inhaler. She rinsed it under the tap and pressed it
twice
Luckily, the inhaler was well-sealed, and no water had gotten inside. She quickly opened the girl’s mouth and sprayed the medicine
After spraying, the panting improved significantly
Celeste bent down to help the girl up and took her outside
Although the symptoms had eased, the girl’s was still somewhat unconscious
Her face was turning pale again, and Celeste pinched her, saying, “I reached into the toilet to save you, so don’t let my sacrifice go to waste, okay?”
She quessed that there might be an allergen in the room, possibly the fragrance
Thinking of this, she quickly opened the bathroom window
A few minutes later, the girl’s symptoms were somewhat alleviated, and her face looked better Her consciousness started to recover but she still couldn’t speak
“Do you have your phone with you?” Celeste asked.
The girl shook her head with difficulty
Celeste glanced out the window, assessed the situation, and told the girl, “You wait here, I’ll go climb over the wall and call for help”
The girl blinked.
Celeste took off her high heels and climbed out the window.
Outside the window was a platform about 30 centimeters wide. Just looking at it made her legs wobble.
Celeste mocked herself, saving a person wasn’t easy, forcing an art student like her to become an athlete.
Holding onto the window frame, she walked on the narrow platform with great difficulty. After more than ten minutes, she finally found another window
Fortunately, there was someone inside.
Unfortunately, it was the men’s bathroom.
She clung to the window like a female hooligan, scaring a man who was peeing so much that he wet his pants and ran away in panic, bumping into another man who had just entered.
What was even more surprising was that the man he bumped into was none other than Mr. Fletcher, whom she had just met that
morning
Standing outside the men’s bathroom window and seeing the client she had met in the morning, Mason thought he was seeing things. But Celeste couldn’t care less about how scary she looked at that moment. She tapped on the glass, trying to get his attention and seek his help
After a brief moment of shock, Mason quickly regained his composure and walked over to help Celeste open the window.
Celeste’s legs were already weak, and her voice trembled with urgency. “Hurry and get someone to open the women’s bathroom door. There’s a girl inside having an asthma attack”
Mason grabbed her wrist and said softly. “Let me pull you up first.”
“Go save her first I can get up on my own.”
Although she said this, her legs were actually quite weak after standing on the 30-centimeter-wide platform for over ten minutes. She needed a short break
Mason didn’t let go, instead saying gently, “Your safety is important too Put your hand on my shoulder, and I’ll support you as you climb
up *
In that instant, Celeste was moved by his words. It had been a long time since someone had cared for her so purely
She hesitated no more, following Mason’s suggestion, grabbing him with one hand and placing the other on his shoulder to support herself as she climbed up
It was just that she held that position for too long earlier, and her legs were kinda giving out. Before she could even get over the windowsill, her body started sliding down.
Just then, Mason suddenly let go, and Celeste’s face turned pale from fright. But in the next second, those hands firmly grabbed her waist and easily lifted her up.
