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.

face. His heart was so much intertwined. When he covered his mouth to speak, Ernest

made him throw

What could he do?

Ernest putting down the cup impatiently. Ernest seemed to leave

dared

down hastily and

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

felt as if the sour smell crept into his mouth. The smell

stand it and began

up his cup again. He looked

wrong. Wash

natural tone made people

wash something smelly

stinky enough just when they smelt them,

was now like being

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

to throw socks into

completely disappear from

However...

a short contact with Ernest, he

didn't wash the socks at this moment,

off dead if giving up

he had courage to go die, why was he afraid of a few pairs of… no… a pile of

teeth and held his breath deliberately. He sat back on

reached out for

kept trembling obviously, as if what was in

just couldn't stand to look

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

if you have to do the laundry for Florence, her socks won't smell this bad. It's unreasonable for you to

words, Hector's hand stopped, which was

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

was about to

socks naturally won't smelly. But if you have a child, your child's feces will be smelly as much as those socks do. How

a good point and

the verge of collapse. Would he have to clean baby's shit? He had

be better to ask professional matrons