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.

most painful

centuries had passed, the last sock was

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

"Bro, I'm done."

the

didn't even glance at the washed clothes as he

this action,

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

woman in her forties

Hector with some shortness of breath and

a bad

his breath and looked at Ernest, asking tentatively,

elegant sip with an indifferent expression. He did not intend

clasped her

is massage. When you are married, if your wife is tired, you can serve her. I will serve as the person you

at the

with such a noble status, was actually going to massage for this

"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 to show his massage

should be a

than washing socks and

drooped in

took several deep breaths in a row before suppressing

pass the last test, the

lips, his voice sounded elegant and

"Yes."

answer was what

and washed the stinky socks. Now he just needed to give the middle-aged woman a

Hector was mentally prepared,

"Please sit down."

woman couldn't believe Hector would really give her

Would she suffer retribution?