My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

However, as Hector was getting more experienced in washing clothes, he suddenly stopped. His face distorted.

Almost reflexively, Hector stood up and took several steps back.

"What are those things?"

His voice almost had broken.

Going along Hector's sight, people were surprised to see that half of the clothes left in the basin were actually all socks.

The most importantly, they gathered together and gave off a sour and disgusting smell.

Those people standing in the front row couldn't help but make sound of vomiting when smelling it.

"Oh damn it. They're too smelly!"

"Whose socks are they? I can't believe they can emit such a stink smell to such a degree! There are so many of them piling together. They are almost as powerful as nuclear weapons."

"I can't stand it. Hurry stepping back. Hurry. I am almost suffocated to death."

People covered their noses shouting and weren't feeling well. They stepped back for five or six meters at the fastest speed.

And at this moment, Hector still stood on the stage. His face twisted in disgust. He forced himself not to run away too far to vomit.

He looked at Ernest with twisted look on his face and covered his nose and mouth. He said in a muffled voice. "You take wrong things here, don't you, bro? These socks were quite stinky. Ask someone to take them away quickly."

The platform was big. Ernest's position was on the edge of positive direction, which was six or seven meters' away from the nuclear-weapon-like socks.

There didn't have big effects when the smell came to his position.

Ernest looked at Hector unflinchingly. He asked him with mouths opening slightly. "What do you say? I can't hear you."

Hector became dazed for a second. Although he covered his mouth when speaking, his voice was very loud and he uttered words clearly. How come Ernest couldn't hear him?

He was depressed.

Florence was upstairs and couldn't help laughing out.

She understood and had heard Hector's words clearly upstairs. Ernest was not far away from Hector. How couldn't Ernest hear him in his position?

Clearly, Ernest wanted to let Hector down deliberately.

speak, Ernest couldn't hear him. But if he put down his hands, that smell immediately

smell made

What could he do?

and torn, he saw Ernest putting down

shuddered. He dared not

down

taken here by mistake? Let someone take them away. I nearly throw

Hector was speaking, he felt as if the sour smell crept into his mouth. The smell stimulated

stand it and began

up his cup again. He looked

wrong.

natural tone made people present

wash something

enough just when they

was now

stared at that pile of socks in horrified disbelief as if there floated green toxic gas. He

wanted to throw socks into the fire and

disappear

However...

stiffly. He couldn't move his hands. Although he had a short contact with Ernest, he

or didn't wash the socks at this moment, Ernest would absolutely

be better off dead

courage to go die, why was he afraid of a few

his teeth and held his breath deliberately. He sat back on his small chair stiffly and

reached out

as if what was in front of him revealed to be a

stand to

Hector, my lord. You needn't do such things as

for Florence, her socks won't smell this bad. It's unreasonable for you to wash this pile

these words, Hector's hand stopped, which was

up. Yes, it didn't make any sense. He

was about to speak, he

be smelly as much as those socks do. How will you change baby's diapers

good point and people had nothing

collapse. Would he have to clean baby's shit? He had never thought about such things

and whispered, "Will it be better to ask professional matrons and nannies to