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

if centuries had passed, the

relief, before he could stretch

"Bro, I'm done."

the test,

didn't even glance at the washed clothes as he slowly

action, Hector

when someone serving the basins of socks to Hector. Was he going to do something like that

woman in her

looked at Hector with some shortness

had a

breath and looked at Ernest, asking tentatively, "What do

sip with

her hands

your wife is tired, you can serve her. I will

stared at the middle-aged woman

status, was actually going to massage

"Seriously?"

The woman said nervously,

better to

...

He had no choice.

he could do everything. Now it was just a matter of letting him condescend

should be a piece

socks and having

face drooped

deep breaths in a row before suppressing the stuffy air in

"If I pass the last test, the first requirement will be met,

blandly pursed his lips, his

"Yes."

was what

guidance on doting on wives and washed the stinky socks. Now he just needed to give the middle-aged woman a massage and he

was mentally prepared,

"Please sit down."

would really give her

Would she suffer retribution?