My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

The soft, greasy feeling made his scalp tingle instantly.
God knows how he forced himself to hold it down.
But there were more challenging things waiting for him.
The chubby woman not only let him massage, but also complained him of his clumsy skills.
"A little bit left, more left. Right, a little bit right."
"It's too light. Increase your strength."
"Ouch, yes. That's right. Oh! It hurts. Take it lightly."
Hector couldn't bear it and wanted to break her fat waist. Did she treat him as a massage boy?
When he finished, he had to teach the woman a lesson.
"Duke Hector, you can't bear grudges against me and hit me. If I ever get hit, it must be you who don't like Mr. Hawkins's test and
you want to get back at me."
Hector was speechless.
Then he said word by word, "I'm always acting aboveboard. I wouldn't do such a thing."
"Good, good." The chubby woman felt relieved and lay back on the mat. "A little more strength."
Hector gritted his teeth and his veins jumped.
Florence asked with interest, "Who is this girl? She's so cute."
In Raflad where men were superior to women, where did Ernest find a woman who dared to go against Hector?
The chubby woman's guts were fatter than herself.
She was really adorable.
Bonnie shook her head. "No, I don't know who she is." She was worried that Duke Hector would pass out.

The massage lasted a long while.
Many people almost felt drowsy.
The noisy gossip had died down and the audience gradually quieted down, only to hear the chubby woman's occasional words
of "take it lightly" and "increase the strength".
It made everyone feel like Duke Hector, in addition to being miserable, was not a very good massaging.
It wasn't until Hector was exhausted that the chubby woman finally felt comfortable.
Hector took a few steps back in relief.
He took a look at his greasy hands, and could not wait to wash them.
The chubby woman, however, looked refreshed. She stood up and stretched herself.
"Duke Hector, I didn't expect your skills are so good! My waist doesn't hurt much anymore."
Hector was stunned. She praised him?
Looking at the chubby woman's smiling face, he felt a little uneasy.
At this point, the crowd sobered up and got active.
The women murmured, "Now I begin to look at Duke Hector with new eyes! He's a perfect man."
"I'm so envious of that girl."
"No, we should be envious of Florence. She must be happy in the future."
"Yes. I want to marry such a perfect man who can take good care of me!"
Now women started to be enlightened. A man would be willing to take care of his wife.
The most impossible thing would happen.
As long as a man was serious to his wife, they would lead a happy life.
The women were excited, but the men looked sad. They had mixed feelings and shut their mouths, making no response.

Such a change was not a good thing for them.
But they didn't know how to retort the women.
They had a vague foreboding that something would change in Raflad from today.
It was perhaps the most dramatic change in thousands of years.
Completely unaware of the impact he had made, Hector managed to calm himself down and immediately turned to look at
Ernest.
Feeling nervous, he asked tentatively, "Bro, have I passed the test?"
Ernest's face was cool and calm.
He answered faintly, "Yes."
It was just a simple word, but Hector was so excited and jumped up with a bright smile.
His efforts paid off.
It was worth it if he could marry Florence.
Hector's eyes lit up, and he walked a little closer to Ernest and asked, "Bro, what's the second requirement?"
If he passed the massage test, he was qualified to ask the second requirement.
Looking at Hector's anxious appearance, a cool light flashed across Ernest's eyes.
He slowly put down his cup and stood up.
"Come with me."
With that, Ernest walked gracefully toward the inner room.
Was he going to have a private conversation with Hector?
Hector wondered what could happen, and he followed Ernest immediately.

The onlookers saw that they had left and wanted to follow them over to see what would happen, but they were stopped by
Andrew.
Andrew smiled kindly and said,
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a guest to attend to, so let's call it a day. Thank you for coming."
Andrew meant to drive them away.
Although the crowd was curious and wanted to see what would be going on, they respect Andrew, so they all left and went back
to their homes.
On the way back, people walked in twos and threes, discussing the day's events.
The gossip then spread from Andrew's house to the outside world.
Florence followed Ernest until he went inside the house and was out of sight.
She rolled her eyes, stood up, and went out.
Bonnie wondered. "Flory, where are you going?"
"I'm going to overhear them."
Bonnie froze and her mouth twitched as she heard that. It was the first time she had ever seen someone taking eavesdropping
for granted.
She hurried to stop Florence and said, "We shouldn't see or listen when men discuss things without their permission."
Bonnie still put the men in the highest position in the deep recesses of her mind.
But Florence didn't think so.
"They're talking about me. It had something to do with me, of course I have a right to hear them."
Florence straightforwardly denied Bonnie, and dragged her along with her, "Let's listen."
Bonnie was surprised and hesitant. "That's inappropriate."

Florence did not give her the opportunity to refuse, and pulled her down the stairs.
The main yard was huge, and there were corridors around. Florence came down from the second floor, walked around a corridor,
and stopped right at the back of the hall.
There was a wall and a curtain in between. No one could see her, but she could hear what was discussed inside the hall.
It was the perfect place to eavesdrop.