Love Comes To Me

Although he had already guessed it, Hector couldn't help but sneer at the Bergerian name.

"He's still really dead."

Faintly, his good-looking eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Berenguer is like a viper hiding in the shadows, so be on guard for him to come up and bite you.

King looked at Hector's expression and couldn't help but frown.

They were in Bergerian territory and there were many inconveniences to their movements, but if they were in the country at this time, they would not be worried about Bergerian pestering. But today they are faced with a situation where they do not have any of Eloise's documents in hand.

There is no way to get out of here for a while without papers.

"Rowson," almost gritting his teeth a little, Hector lowered his voice to utter the name.

If Rowson hadn't taken all of Eloise's papers with him, they wouldn't have needed to be so careful.

His love is so extreme that he throws himself into the camp of the people who have hurt Eloise and takes away Eloise's papers, leaving them struggling.

"Keep an eye on their side next and find a way to get the stuff back and out of here as soon as possible to be safe."

Hector rubbed his brow and instructed.

One can only take one step at a time before leaving.

"Yes." King bowed his head in reply and, seeing that Hector had nothing else to say, left first.

Hector returned to his room and, seeing Eloise still in the shower, paced over to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Two minutes later, Eloise emerges from the hot bathroom, her cheeks a light shade of crimson, her long robe draped to reveal a pale porcelain calf.

A long head of hair was wet and dripping downwards, landing on the floor with a splash.

"Hector," Eloise called softly as she looked over to the tall back standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Hector looked back and saw the small woman standing not far away with a soft face and smiled gently, the irritation that had been lingering in his mind dissipated.

He walked up to Eloise and naturally took the towel from her hand and gently wiped her hair.

"You can dry off more later before you come out, or you'll catch a cold." Hector wiped it off while still admonishing her.

She always comes out with wet hair. It would be bad if she caught a cold wind and caught a wind chill.

Eloise stood docilely and cried a little at Hector's words.

Since the two have been together, Hector has become increasingly manipulative and is a far cry from the Mr Hector he is to outsiders.

"Well, sit down and I'll blow-dry your hair." Hector looked into Eloise's smile-stained eyes and his tone softened more and more.

Eloise's hair is superb, like fine satin, smooth and soft.

Pulling Eloise to a seat on the edge of the bed, Hector plugged in the hairdryer and flipped the switch, running his long fingers through her hair, his eyes focused as if he was dealing with something very important. The fresh scent of the shampoo becomes more and more pronounced after the hair has been blow dried.

A mixture of Eloise's unique scent burrowed into Hector's breath, causing him to feel a bit of a rush.

"Are you done yet." Eloise asked softly as she felt him stop moving.

The nasally voice is a little soft, as if with a sweet taste.

Hector laughed softly, a magnetic low voice that caused Eloise's mind to tremble slightly as well.

Hector put down the hairdryer in his hand and sat down on her side, looking straight into her watery eyes.

Eloise cocked her head uncertainly, blinking and asking, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Hector laughed lightly and shook his head.

He didn't want to worry Eloise with all those worries, he alone knew these things, he wanted the little woman beside him to be carefree for the rest of her life.

However, Eloise, who is sensitive by nature, sensed that the man in front of her did not seem to be in a good mood and hooked the corners of her mouth with a sweet, sweet smile.

She didn't know what she could do to help him, and perhaps make a mess of it.

All she could do was to make sure that Hector did not need to worry about her and could attend to other matters without any worries.

Looking at Eloise in front of him, the tenderness in Hector's eyes almost melted away as he clasped his large hands around her shoulders, lowered his head and kissed her without a word.

Eloise was confused, but her body gradually softened, and she involuntarily reached out to hook her arms around his neck, almost going limp in his arms.

It was only after a long time, when Eloise was almost out of breath, that Hector let go of her.

Eloise's cheeks were getting redder and redder, her ears were flushed and her earlobes were so dainty that you could not resist taking a bite.

Hector thought so, and he did so.

Abruptly, he took the little woman into his arms, slightly lowered his head and nibbled on her earlobe, leaving a shallow pressure mark. Eloise exclaimed, pouting and getting out of Hector's arms, only to be pushed back in.

"So sweet."

As Hector finished whispering, Eloise buried herself in his arms in embarrassment, refusing to look up.

The man's fingertips rubbed the shallow teeth mark and there was a moment of disorientation.

Hector clasped one hand around her back, his voice ringing at her ear, "I can't take you out of here yet."

If it were just him, he would not be afraid of the challenge of others and would even be a little excited. What he is unsure about is that he is now taking Eloise with him.

Once a person has a weakness, he or she will think ahead.

Eloise froze at the sound of Hector's somewhat muffled voice, and as if she knew what he was thinking, she put her arms around him and said, "It's okay, as long as I'm with you, it's the same everywhere." Hearing Eloise's soft, supple words full of trust, Hector pushed her down onto the bed in a straightforward, smooth motion.

Large shadows pressed down and Eloise looked at Hector whose gaze deepened, intuiting that something was going to happen, blushing even more and burying herself under the covers only to have Hector catch her out again. "Eloise," the low, dark voice of a man rang in Eloise's ears.

Clothes are gradually scattered on the floor, and the moonlight from the window spills in a little through the cracks in the curtains, as if peering into the secrets within.