Love Comes To Me
Chapter 1099: Hooked

Thomas and Rowson picked a seat, just across the aisle from Lisa.

Rowson glanced at Lisa and deliberately sighed up.

"I've been really unlucky lately, nothing I do is going right."

Thomas instantly understood what he meant and followed his words, "What's wrong? What's wrong with that?"

"I was scolded by the leader at work, and my girlfriend broke up with me." Speaking of this, Rowson kept sighing with a bitter face.

"It's normal to be scolded by the leader, but it's the relationship thing that's wrong."

When Rowson heard this, he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'll do the math for you."

Thomas took out his tarot cards and put them on the table, leaned back deliberately and said very loudly in Italian, "My tarot cards will tell you what's wrong with your relationship."

Lisa heard them and glanced up at them.

But it was only a glance.

Rowson gave Thomas a wink and told him to go on.

"This relationship between a man and a woman can actually be changed, like if your girlfriend doesn't love you anymore, I can help you turn things around and get her to follow you to death." Lisa couldn't help but look at them again.

Rowson saw it and hurriedly acted like he didn't believe it and asked, "How can you turn it around? Don't you lie to me."

"What would I lie to you about."

Thomas began to shuffle the cards, which looked decent enough.

"You cut the cards, with the thing that's bothering you most right now in mind."

Thomas handed the tarot cards to Rowson.

Rowson cut the cards and selected them, laying them out one by one on the table.

"What's next?" Thomas asked in a whisper.

"Just turn the cards over and talk random nonsense." Rowson replied to him in a lowered voice, taking the opportunity to look down.

Thomas flipped the cards over, his mind racing, "You do have a problem in your relationship right now and it's with the woman. It should be that you're not caring enough for her."

"Wow." Thomas suddenly exclaimed.

Rowson frowned, "What's wrong?"

"The Moon is reversed." Thomas stared at the tarot card for a moment in thought, "You're both confused right now, and the woman doesn't actually know if it's right or wrong to continue dating you, so all you can do is ask her out to talk about it."

"That'll do?" Rowson was half-hearted.

"Absolutely. If you don't believe me call her now and tell her everything you have in mind and see how she reacts."

Rowson really did what he said.

Halfway through the call, Rowson suddenly stood up excitedly, "You're not breaking up with me? Really? No, I don't want to break up, I love you very much." Thomas looked at Rowson's affectionate expression, listened to his blunt confession and shivered.

It was too mushy.

It was really mushy even though he knew it was fake.

"Oh my God, you're so god." Rowson hung up the phone, unable to hide the look of excitement on his face as he looked at him.

Thomas hooked the corners of his mouth, "Of course I'm divine. Couples or lovers, you can always call me for relationship problems."

At that, he rubbed his stomach and changed his tune, "Order your food, you're starving."

Rowson responded, "Yes, yes, I'll buy you this meal."

Lisa looked at them both thoughtfully.

...

"I told you this wasn't going to work."

Thomas slammed the car door hard, his face a little uncomfortable.

Rowson sulked, his eyes looking straight ahead of the car.

"Hey, don't be silent!" Thomas turned his head to glare at him, his face showing his displeasure.

He was the one who said he could get that Lisa's attention in this way, but now the people were gone.

"Sorry, I did get ahead of myself this time."

Rowson's sudden apology caught Thomas a little off guard and for a moment he felt he had just been too aggressive.

He rubbed his nose uncomfortably, "And ... it wasn't all your fault, it was us thinking of that Lisa as if she were a normal woman." A dead silence fell over the car.

The two men who had had high hopes were now in a low mood.

If there was no way to get Eloise out from Lisa, they would have to break into Bergerian's villa when the time came. "Knock, knock!"

A short knock on the car window suddenly sounded.

Rowson and Thomas turned their heads, only to see a tall foreign man outside the car.

They recognised it as the man next to Lisa.

The two men exchanged quick glances and hurried out of the car.

"May I help you?" Rowson asked.

The other man's gaze went straight to Thomas, "My lady has asked you to come and sit in the car."

Was that a bait and switch?

Thomas turned his head to Rowson with a little excitement in his heart, but his face was bland and he looked like he didn't want to go

Rowson persuaded, "If you're invited, you should go, I'll wait for you in the car."

Thomas shrugged and reluctantly said, "All right. You wait for me then." "Good."

Rowson watched Thomas and the foreign man walk towards a Bentley parked a short distance away, and he didn't get back into the car until they were in. As soon as Thomas got into the car, he met Lisa's blue eyes with a slight chill in them and his heart trembled.

But the next second he calmed down.

"May I ask what this lady wants from me?" He asked in a polite voice.

Lisa stared at him for a moment before speaking slowly, "You can read tarot cards?"

Thomas smiled, "Yes, do you want to count?"

Lisa averted her eyes and looked ahead, "I heard what you said to your friend and I'm curious if the tarot cards are accurate."

"Is it accurate?" The smile on Thomas' lips deepened a little, "If you believe, yes, if you don't, then no."

"You're a Scandinavian?" Lisa suddenly asked.

"Yes."

Lisa nodded, "I have heard that there is a Nordic art of fortune telling, I wonder if you know it?"

Thomas shook his head, "I'm sorry, I only know tarot cards. What we do in this business, what we do, we just believe in, we can't believe in everything." Lisa was silent.

She seemed to be considering something.

Thomas was not in a hurry either, sitting quietly.

Although he was calm on the surface, he was actually a little nervous in his heart.

He was afraid that Lisa was just curious and would not ask him to count.

This would also count as a failure of their plan.

Just then, Lisa's voice rang out in the car again, "Then please help me calculate my relationship and marriage."

Thomas froze, "Are you sure you want to do the calculations?"

Seeing his seeming disbelief, Lisa smiled, "Yes, can't I?"

"Of course I can." Thomas pulled out his tarot cards, "I'll do the math for you."

The cards were shuffled, cut and selected.

Once the steps were all done, Thomas slowly flipped over the cards she had chosen.

"Hmmm..." he said, staring at the cards in his hand, wanting to say something.

Lisa's brow furrowed slightly, "What's wrong?"

Thomas glanced up at her, "This ..."

"What's going on?" Lisa's frown tightened.

"Ahem!" Thomas coughed softly and asked cautiously, "How are you and your husband getting on, madam?"