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.

a long face. His heart was so much intertwined. When he covered his mouth to speak, Ernest couldn't hear him. But if he put down his

stinky smell made him

What could he do?

and torn, he saw Ernest putting down the cup impatiently.

He dared not

his hands down hastily

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

as if the sour smell crept into

stand it and began

his cup again.

is wrong.

natural tone made people present

wash something

enough just when they smelt

was now like being

of socks in horrified disbelief as if there floated green toxic gas. He personally realized what was

throw socks into

disappear from this

However...

contact with Ernest, he had already known his

wash the socks at this moment,

better off dead

courage to go die, why was he afraid of a

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

reached out

what was in front

couldn't stand to

lord. You needn't do such things

are too stinky. Even if you have to do the laundry for Florence,

hand stopped, which was about

didn't make any sense. He could

to speak,

smelly as much

That was a good point and

collapse. Would he have to clean baby's shit? He had never

better to ask professional matrons and nannies to