My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

However, as Hector was getting more experienced in washing clothes, he suddenly stopped. His face distorted.
Almost reflexively, Hector stood up and took several steps back.
"What are those things?"
His voice almost had broken.
Going along Hector's sight, people were surprised to see that half of the clothes left in the basin were actually all socks.
The most importantly, they gathered together and gave off a sour and disgusting smell.
Those people standing in the front row couldn't help but make sound of vomiting when smelling it.
"Oh damn it. They're too smelly!"
"Whose socks are they? I can't believe they can emit such a stink smell to such a degree! There are so many of them piling
together. They are almost as powerful as nuclear weapons."
"I can't stand it. Hurry stepping back. Hurry. I am almost suffocated to death."
People covered their noses shouting and weren't feeling well. They stepped back for five or six meters at the fastest speed.
And at this moment, Hector still stood on the stage. His face twisted in disgust. He forced himself not to run away too far to
vomit.
He looked at Ernest with twisted look on his face and covered his nose and mouth. He said in a muffled voice. "You take wrong
things here, don't you, bro? These socks were quite stinky. Ask someone to take them away quickly."
The platform was big. Ernest's position was on the edge of positive direction, which was six or seven meters' away from the
nuclear-weapon-like socks.
There didn't have big effects when the smell came to his position.
Ernest looked at Hector unflinchingly. He asked him with mouths opening slightly. "What do you say? I can't hear you."
Hector became dazed for a second. Although he covered his mouth when speaking, his voice was very loud and he uttered
words clearly. How come Ernest couldn't hear him?

He was depressed.
Florence was upstairs and couldn't help laughing out.
She understood and had heard Hector's words clearly upstairs. Ernest was not far away from Hector. How couldn't Ernest hear
him in his position?
Clearly, Ernest wanted to let Hector down deliberately.
Hector got a long face. His heart was so much intertwined. When he covered his mouth to speak, Ernest couldn't hear him. But if
he put down his hands, that smell immediately came into his face.
The stinky smell made him throw up.
What could he do?
As he was depressed and torn, he saw Ernest putting down the cup impatiently. Ernest seemed to leave here again.
Hector shuddered. He dared not let him go.
He put his hands down hastily and stiffly. He said,
"Are these socks taken here by mistake? Let someone take them away. I nearly throw up!"
As Hector was speaking, he felt as if the sour smell crept into his mouth. The smell stimulated his sense.
He couldn't stand it and began to retch.
Ernest picked up his cup again. He looked indifferent as usual.
"Nothing is wrong. Wash them."
That natural tone made people present shocked.
Let duke wash something smelly by hands?
They were stinky enough just when they smelt them, okay? !
Hector was now like being petrified.

He stared at that pile of socks in horrified disbelief as if there floated green toxic gas. He personally realized what was called
hopeless!
He angrily wanted to throw socks into the fire and destroyed them.
Let them completely disappear from this time!
However...
Hector stood stiffly. He couldn't move his hands. Although he had a short contact with Ernest, he had already known his
character that he was an insistent person.
If he hesitated or didn't wash the socks at this moment, Ernest would absolutely let him give up getting married with Florence.
He would be better off dead if giving up Florence.
If he had courage to go die, why was he afraid of a few pairs of... no... a pile of smelly socks?!
Hector gnashed his teeth and held his breath deliberately. He sat back on his small chair stiffly and slowly.
Then, he reached out for socks...
Just his hands kept trembling obviously, as if what was in front of him revealed to be a fire.
People just couldn't stand to look at them.
Someone shouted, "Duke Hector, my lord. You needn't do such things as you're a duke."
"Besides, these socks are too stinky. Even if you have to do the laundry for Florence, her socks won't smell this bad. It's
unreasonable for you to wash this pile of socks."
Hearing these words, Hector's hand stopped, which was about to touch socks.
His eyes lit up. Yes, it didn't make any sense. He could make suggestions.
As he looked up and was about to speak, he heard Ernest's low and leisure voice.
"Florence's socks naturally won't smelly. But if you have a child, your child's feces will be smelly as much as those socks do.
How will you change baby's diapers if you can't stand that smell?"

"..." That was a good point and people had nothing to say.
Hector was on the verge of collapse. Would he have to clean baby's shit? He had never thought about such things actually!
He paused and whispered, "Will it be better to ask professional matrons and nannies to take care of the baby?"
Ernest said ironically, "Will you set your mind at rest when you give your child to others?"
Hector said nothing.
He really wanted to refute that others entrust matrons and nannies to take care of babies and they did well. He was really at
ease.
However, as he saw Ernest' eyes full of irony and heard his mean words, he felt he would quickly be forced to give up Florence if
he still kept this concept in his mind.
He was so ... depressed!
Hector was really unhappy and angry in his heart. He smiled reluctantly on his face.
"You are right, bro. I surely neglect it."
People said nothing.
They couldn't believe what Duke Hector said. He was actually brainwashed and broke the limit.
Hector was desperate when looking at a pile of socks again.
No matter how smelly they were, he had to wash them today.
He held his breath and took a sock into the water with his fingers trembling. He began to wash socks hopelessly...
Looking at this scene, Florence laughed out. Not to mention how carefree she was in her mood.
Her Ernest was surely a scheming little devil. He played pranks on Hector in such a way. And the smelly socks made Hector
doubt meanings of life.
That was great. He should be taught a lesson. He just had it coming.

Bonnie looked at Florence laughing loudly and showed admiration on her face.
She leaned her chin on her arm and said slowly,
"How happy you are, Florence. I really envy you. The duke treats you so well and makes you so happy."
It made sense she was happy. But that Duke Hector treated her well didn't deserve admiration. Actually, it was a trouble for
Florence.
Florence turned and looked at Bonnie, "Now it seems that he really can spoil a woman. But I don't like him. Will you mind if I give
him to you?"
"What?!"
Bonnie was surprised with her eyes widened. She jumped up from the chair directly with shock.
Could this man... be given to others?
She would absolutely be the happiest woman in the world if she could marry Duke Hector and achieved his undivided love! Her
heart pounded when she thought about it...