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.

the most painful thing he

if centuries had passed, the last sock was finally

a sigh of relief, before he could stretch his back he stood up

"Bro, I'm done."

the

the washed clothes

action, Hector became

like this when someone serving the basins

then, a middle-aged woman in her forties

looked at Hector with some shortness

a bad

held his breath and looked at Ernest, asking tentatively,

held the cup and took an elegant sip with an indifferent expression. He did not intend to

woman clasped her hands

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

at the middle-aged woman

was actually going to massage

"Seriously?"

The woman said nervously,

quite embarrassed, it's better to forget it. To be honest, I can't deserve

...

He had no choice.

was just a

a piece

than washing socks and having him

face drooped in

in a row

the last test, the first requirement will be

his voice

"Yes."

was

just needed to give the middle-aged woman

prepared, he lifted his

"Please sit down."

couldn't believe Hector would really

Would she suffer retribution?