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

centuries had passed, the last sock was

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

"Bro, I'm done."

passed the

clothes as he slowly took

action, Hector became

when someone serving the basins of socks to Hector. Was he

woman in her forties walked up to

woman looked at Hector with some shortness of breath

a

his breath and looked at

cup and took an elegant sip with

clasped her

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

the middle-aged woman

noble status, was actually going to massage for this

"Seriously?"

The woman said nervously,

it's better to

...

He had no choice.

he could do everything. Now it was just

a piece of

washing socks and

drooped

a row before suppressing the

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

pursed his lips, his voice sounded elegant and

"Yes."

answer was what

needed to give the middle-aged woman a massage and he

was mentally prepared, he lifted

"Please sit down."

would really

Would she suffer retribution?