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.

painful

had passed, the

a sigh of relief, before he could stretch his back

"Bro, I'm done."

passed the

clothes as he slowly took a sip of

this action,

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

a middle-aged woman in her forties

looked at Hector with some shortness

a bad

looked at Ernest, asking

and took an elegant sip with an indifferent expression. He did not intend

her

tired, you can serve her.

at the middle-aged woman

was actually going to massage

"Seriously?"

The woman said nervously,

also feel quite embarrassed, it's better to forget it. To be honest, I

...

He had no choice.

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

be a piece of

washing socks and having him massage

face drooped

several deep breaths in a row before suppressing the stuffy

to Ernest, "If I pass the last test, the first requirement

his voice sounded

"Yes."

answer was

on doting on wives and washed the stinky socks. Now he just needed to give the middle-aged woman a massage and he would pass the test. He could do

mentally prepared, he lifted

"Please sit down."

believe Hector would really

Would she suffer retribution?