My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 721 It is Not That Easy

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." Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

"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.

It was definitely the most painful thing he had ever done.

As if centuries had passed, the last sock was finally cleaned.

He dropped socks and breathed a sigh of relief, before he could stretch his back he stood up and said to Ernest,

"Bro, I'm done."

"I passed the test, right?"

Ernest didn't even glance at the washed clothes as he slowly took a sip of tea.

Seeing this action, Hector became uneasy.

He had taken a sip of tea like this when someone serving the basins of socks to Hector. Was he going to do something like that again?

Just then, a middle-aged woman in her forties walked up to him.

The woman looked at Hector with some shortness of breath and greeted him nervously.

Hector had a bad premonition.

He held his breath and looked at Ernest, asking tentatively, "What do you mean?"

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

The woman clasped her hands and said slowly,

"The last test is massage. When you are married, if your wife is tired, you can serve her. I will serve as the person you massage now."

Hector stared at the middle-aged woman incredulously.

His, with such a noble status, was actually going to massage for this middle-aged woman.

"Seriously?"

The woman said nervously,

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

...

He had no choice.

He had promised he could do everything. Now it was just a matter of letting him condescend to show his massage skills.

It should be a piece of cake.

Only more disgusting than washing socks and having him massage for a middle-aged woman.

Hector's face drooped in pain.

He took several deep breaths in a row before suppressing the stuffy air in his chest.

He said to Ernest, "If I pass the last test, the first requirement will be met, right?"

Ernest blandly pursed his lips, his voice sounded elegant and casual.

"Yes."

This answer was what motivated Hector.

He had memorized the guidance 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 it!

After Hector was mentally prepared, he lifted his sleeves.

"Please sit down."

The woman couldn't believe Hector would really give her a massage.

Would she suffer retribution?

She shivered. She couldn't run away since she had promised. She had to sit down.

Hector didn't know how to massage, but others had given him massage many times. He probably knew the process of massage.

He was a quick learner.

His fingers slowly landed on the woman's shoulders, then stopped.

The woman was of medium build, and giving her a massage wouldn't take much effort. It was just that Hector's contact with a strange woman did make it hard for him.

He took a deep breath. He imagined her as a manikin and not treated her as a middle-aged woman.

Hector stiffly massaged for a while before easing into it.

The onlookers at the scene already did not know what to do.

Hector completely shocked them. He was testing the limits of traditional concepts!

There was nothing in this world that he couldn't do for his wife.

Florence ate snacks and looked downstairs.

Ernest would not just let Hector pass the first test just by giving a woman a massage.

No way!

Ernest had the deepest animosity towards Hector, and he would not let slip any opportunity to give Hector a rough ride.

Not long after Hector started the massage, the woman signaled to stop and rose.

Hector breathed a sigh of relief and took a tissue to wipe his hands. He raised a smug smile.

He passed the first test!

He excitedly said to Ernest, "I passed the test, right? Tell me what the second test is."

He was confident that he would pass the second and third tests, and then he would be able to marry Florence.

Ernest said with a wry smile, "Just now it was just a warm-up."

"Warm-up?"

Hector was stunned and froze. What did he mean?

"My goodness."