My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

It was impossible.

The one Hector adored was Florence. He would not marry another woman.

Thinking of this, Bonnie could no longer be delusional.

She shook her head bitterly, "Flory, Hector is a very charming man, you may fall for him in the future."

"He really wants to marry you, there is nothing in the world he can't do. Even if the three requirements that Mr. Hawkins asked for are incredibly difficult, he can still accomplish them."

Hearing Bonnie's high praise for Hector, Florence secretly pondered.

She was just joking about asking Bonnie to marry Hector, but now...

She suddenly thought it was a good idea.

Florence stroked his chin and asked meaningfully,

"What if he doesn't pass the test in the end? My brother isn't satisfied with Hector, he won't let him pass that easily."

Bonnie's eyes widened with surprise. Was Mr. Hawkins picking on Hector?

After looking around, Florence came close to Bonnie and whispered,

"If he fails, he'll definitely be sad. If there is a girl to comfort and accompany him, it is likely that he will fall in love with her."

Bonnie sat dumbfounded as her mood brightened.

Did she really have a chance to marry Hector?

She looked down uncontrollably at the man who had to wash the smelly socks despite himself, just for love.

He was so dazzling that she couldn't take her eyes off him.

His obsession and doting was more obsessive than his looks.

At this moment Hector was still washing socks, he was completely unaware that he had been betrayed by Florence.

He was almost on the verge of fainting from the stench.

was definitely the most painful thing he had

passed, the last sock was

socks and breathed a sigh of relief, before he could stretch

"Bro, I'm done."

passed the test,

clothes as he slowly took a

this action, Hector

tea like this when someone serving the basins of socks to Hector.

then, a middle-aged woman in

with some shortness of breath and greeted him

had a bad

looked at Ernest, asking tentatively,

an elegant sip with an indifferent expression. He did not intend to

her hands

is tired, you can

stared at the

such a noble status, was actually

"Seriously?"

The woman said nervously,

better to forget it. To be honest,

...

He had no choice.

just a matter of letting him condescend

be a piece of

washing socks and having him massage for

drooped in

several deep breaths in a row before suppressing the stuffy air in his

I pass the last test,

pursed his lips, his voice sounded elegant and

"Yes."

answer was what motivated

needed to give

Hector was mentally prepared, he lifted

"Please sit down."

Hector would really

Would she suffer retribution?