Love Comes To Me
Chapter 114: Nestled in the arms of Hector Rogers

Eloise Thompson saw that Solomon would not be coming to the door for a while and had to replace a place to sit.

She couldn't resist looking at Hector Rogers, whose eyes were closed at the moment, and wondered if he was really asleep.

Eloise Thompson didn't dare say anything, and after staring at his face for half a day, he didn't respond, and looked like he was really asleep.

Yesterday Rupert Rogers got himself drunk and talked to him, but now Solomon has locked her in Hector Rogers' room and he is asleep in bed. Can't you think about her feelings?

Eloise Thompson was going to call Hector Rogers up to try and get the door open, but then thought about what Rupert Rogers had said yesterday, that he had been busy working and had probably been up all night yesterday.

After thinking about it, Eloise Thompson couldn't bear to bother him and had to resign herself to waiting for Hector Rogers to wake up or Solomon to open the door.

Sitting in her chair, she couldn't resist taking a tour of Hector Rogers' room, which was simply but elegantly furnished and comfortable looking, with the faint scent of cologne permeating all around. Looking around, Eloise Thompson caught a glimpse of a familiar string on the table.

Isn't this your own house key? So Hector Rogers has lost them!

After half a day of looking at the keys, Eloise Thompson felt a bit bored, so she took out her phone, swiped through Twitter and played games.

It was at this point that Eloise Thompson received a WhatsApp from Egbert Chumley asking if he had time to have dinner together in the evening.

Dinner? It's questionable whether one can leave here now, let alone eat.

Eloise Thompson sighed and politely declined Egbert Chumley.

"Sorry, Mr Egbert, I'm a bit busy here, I'm afraid I can't tonight, I'll treat you some other time!"

Egbert Chumley was back soon after.

"Well, then contact me when you have time."

Eloise Thompson paid no further attention and continued to play the game.

Later in the evening, feeling tired, Eloise Thompson looked over at Hector Rogers, the man seemed to show absolutely no sign of waking up and somehow Eloise Thompson fell asleep on the table as well ... Some time later, in a daze, she vaguely felt someone pick herself up, a familiar embrace that made Eloise Thompson feel at ease.

Hector Rogers hugged her, moving gently, and he couldn't help but feel warm when he saw her nuzzling into his arms.

He then put Eloise Thompson to bed and covered her with the blanket, before lying down himself on the side.

As he watched the woman's quiet sleeping face, Hector Rogers' eyes flashed with tenderness and his mouth curved slightly before he too fell asleep.

...

At this moment, downstairs in the living room.

Solomon and Rupert Rogers are watching TV and eating.

"Uncle Junior, what do you think Daddy and Auntie Eloise are doing now?"

"How would I know."

Despite what he says, Rupert Rogers' mind can't help but conjure up heart-stopping, ear-splitting images.

"So when are we going to go and let Auntie Eloise out! Will Auntie Eloise be mad when she gets out, and will she ignore Solomon if she gets mad."

Rupert Rogers stroked his head and spoke with a smile, "Don't worry baby, your Auntie Eloise is ignoring you, you're just being cute."

Solomon nodded, thinking it made perfect sense.

With that, the two of them ate peacefully and continued to watch TV.

...

When Eloise Thompson woke up again, she could faintly hear her heart beating in her ears and froze before realising that she was nestled in the warmth of Hector Rogers' arms.

What's going on?

Eloise Thompson froze for two seconds, randomly frightened, her whole body broke away from his embrace, a great commotion came from around him and Hector Rogers woke up slowly with him, his eyes opened and looked at the panicked woman in front of him.

"How did I ... we? No, how did I end up in your bed?" Eloise Thompson stammered her words.

Seeing this, Hector Rogers couldn't resist speaking up and joking, "Did you forget? You climbed up here on your own."

At that, Eloise Thompson was stunned. How was this possible, could she be sleepwalking? Impossible.

"You lied to me."

Hector Rogers laughed lightly and, realising that he was indeed lying to her, Eloise Thompson became irritated and pulled up a pillow next to her and hit him.

Hector Rogers reached out and stretched, pulled hard, and somehow Eloise Thompson's entire body went down between his legs.

Just then, the door to the room was opened and it was Rupert Rogers and Solomon.

Seeing the scene in the room, Rupert Rogers covered Solomon's eyes and spoke in a rush, "You guys go on."

Having said that, he closed the door with Solomon and flew off.

"Hey, no, you guys, let me explain!" Eloise Thompson rushed to get up off Hector Rogers and spoke up, but the door was already shut, and there was no sign of Solomon or Rupert Rogers anywhere. With Solomon in his arms, Rupert Rogers made his way downstairs.

Solomon jumped out of his arms and spoke bewilderedly, "Uncle Junior, what were Auntie Eloise and Daddy doing in there just now? Why didn't you let me see?"

Solomon, who had just entered the room without seeing anything, was puzzled by the fact that he was carried out.

Rupert Rogers laughed, "Baby, that's something you can't look at."

"Why?"

"This ... you'll know when you're older." Rupert Rogers said with a torn look on his face.

He couldn't help but look at the room upstairs, he had thought it was almost time to go and open the door for the two, but he didn't expect to run into a scene like that... Let's hope that his sister-in-law and his brother are not disturbed by them.

Solomon sniffed and his eyes grew even more puzzled.

"Come on baby, don't think about it, let's take you out and we'll be back later."

With that, Rupert Rogers picked up Solomon.

Solomon didn't refuse and followed him off with him.

...

Upstairs in the room, Eloise Thompson wanted to die, not only in Hector Rogers' bed, but also after Rupert Rogers and Solomon had seen them in such a flirtatious position. Eloise Thompson glared at Hector Rogers, the culprit on the sidelines.

"It's all your fault."

If he hadn't teased her, there wouldn't have been such an awkward misunderstanding.

Hector Rogers smiled, a handsome face that looked even more charming as his low, magnetic voice spoke, "What about it? Now that it's all misunderstood, are you going to be responsible for me?"

At these words Eloise Thompson blushed a little, but slowing down and replaceing a shred of sense, she spoke with a hint of panic in her voice, "Don't be ridiculous, what am I responsible for, I... should get back, can you get them to open the door again.

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Eloise Thompson scratched her head, she couldn't help but feel a little chagrined that she should have known better than to sleep over here.

Forget it, it's good that Hector Rogers isn't sick anyway, and she can pretty much leave now, and consider what just happened an accident.