My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 720

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!

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