Love Comes To Me
Chapter 1212: Completely and utterly forgetting about you

Seeing this, Ivor looked as normal and hooked the corners of his mouth, "Miss Earlene, you've come prepared for this."

"Tell Edgar that Hector is not the same Hector as before, he is my man now, and no one is going to take him away from me." As she said this, Earlene tightened her grip on Hector's hand.

She had managed to get him to her side, how could she let go so easily.

Ivor didn't want to fight hard and ordered his men to step back, creating a standoff between the two sides.

Just as the two sides were at a standstill, Edgar and Eloise arrived.

The moment she saw Hector, Eloise's eyes instantly went red and she subconsciously ran towards him.

Halfway there, she was stopped.

"Get out of the way!" Eloise bellowed.

The other man didn't move a muscle.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" Eloise went mad, crying and pounding on the man.

Her Hector was back, right in front of her, but why... why wouldn't he let her get close?

So badly she wanted to hug him and tell him how much she missed him!

"Eloise," Edgar came up and hugged her, gently urging, "Calm down, don't get worked up yet, let's replace a way to get Hector back to you."

Eloise leaned into his arms and cried out, as if she was trying to let out all the thoughts she had felt all this time.

Hector looked at the man and woman embracing not far away and his sword brow furrowed fiercely.

For some reason, he found the scene particularly harsh.

Earlene sensed the change in his mood and felt a twinge of worry.

"Hector, what's wrong with you?" She asked cautiously.

Hector withdrew his eyes and turned his head to look at her, meeting her worried gaze with a gentle lift of his lips and a smile, "I'm fine." He was the same, unchanged.

Earlene breathed a dark sigh of relief, "That's good that it's okay."

"Earlene, who is that man?" Hector asked, pointing at Eloise.

Earlene's eyes drifted, "She, ah, she's a friend of mine."

"Friend?" Hector frowned.

"Well, you don't need to know who she is." Earlene patted his hand and looked to Edgar and the others, "You think you can snatch someone away like that?"

Eloise, who had managed to calm down, exploded at these words and pushed Edgar away, yelling at her, "Earlene, do you have any conscience, Hector is my husband, please give him back to me!" Once again, the tears flowed uncontrollably.

In her teary eyes, she saw Hector looking at her, but his eyes were unfamiliar.

He had forgotten her.

It was like a knife stabbed so hard into her heart that it hurt so much she couldn't breathe.

"Hector ..." she bit her lip tightly as the tears fell harder.

She was crying like a child who had lost her beloved toy.

Hector lifted his hand to cover his chest, his brow knitting tighter.

Why did his heart ache when he saw her cry?

Earlene raised an eyebrow and asked without panic, "Hector, she said you were her husband, did you know her?" "No."

Clean, crisp words, not a hint of hesitation.

Seeing Eloise's face go white all of a sudden, Earlene spread her hands with a look of love, "Eloise, he says he doesn't know you, there's nothing I can do about it, is there?"

"Don't call me Eloise!" sneered Eloise as she wiped her tears hard, "Earlene, you know very well what you have really done to him. Let me advise you, what is stolen does not always belong to you." This hit Earlene where it hurt and she laughed twice to hide her weakness, "Whether it will always be mine or not, at least he's mine now."

Edgar couldn't listen any longer and spoke up, "Earlene, give Eloise her man back. He doesn't love you at all, why are you doing this?"

"Who told you he doesn't love me?" Earlene yelled in annoyance.

To prove it to them, she turned to Hector and asked, "Do you love me?"

HectorEdwina frowned and returned with a slight hesitation, "Love ... me."

I can't believe he hesitated!

Earlene's eyes widened in disbelief, how could this be?

How many times had she asked him before, how many times had he answered "love" without hesitation?

What was going on?

Could it be...

She turned her head sharply to glare at Eloise, then shook her head gently, no way, absolutely no way.

She had re-injected him with drugs to make him forget the past before returning home, there was no way he would remember.

Eloise locked her gaze on Hector and raised her hand to cover her heart, "Hector, I'm Eloise, you said the person you loved most in your life was me, how could you love anyone else?" At this point, hot teardrops slid down the corners of her eyes.

"I'm the one you love the most." She bit down hard on her lip, trying to ease the pain in her heart in such a way.

"Eloise ..."

Hector murmured the name that was clearly unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar, his heart aching silky.

What the hell was going on?

Suddenly, he felt a coldness on his face and raised his hand to touch it, wet.

Surprisingly, he was crying.

"Earlene, why am I crying?" He looked at Earlene blankly.

Earlene hurriedly wiped away his tears, "You're winded, not crying."

Yes, it wasn't crying.

How could he possibly be crying because of Eloise?

Earlene reassured herself as she wiped them away.

Hector suddenly grabbed her hand and looked seriously into her eyes that flashed a hint of panic, "Earlene, do I really not know her?"

"I ... how would I know?" Earlene averted her eyes sheepishly, "Don't you know best whether you know her or not?"

"I ..." Hector turned his head to look at Eloise, struggling to replace memories of her deep in the recesses of his memory.

But no matter how hard he searched, the memory was blank as far as she was concerned.

"Ouch..." he groaned out as he held his head.

"Hector, don't think about it, don't think about it." Earlene rushed to cover his hands, distressed, "You don't know her, you don't know her! Stop thinking about it." "What's wrong with him?" Eloise asked softly, her eyes locked on Hector who was holding his head.

"It's not because of you!" Earlene turned her head to glare at her, saying hatefully, "He doesn't remember you anymore, leave him alone."

"No, I don't want to." Eloise shook her head.

"Then are you going to force him to die?" Earlene questioned sternly.

Eloise frowned, "What do you mean by that?"

Earlene took a deep breath, "He has completely and utterly forgotten about you and if he is forced to think about it, he will bleed to death from his seventh organ." At those words, Eloise's face went as white as paper and she stared at her in disbelief.

"What did you do to him?" Edgar's face was equally shocked.

"Never mind what I did to him, if you really want him to live safely and healthily, leave him alone." Earlene clenched her hands.

The words had come to this point, now it was up to Eloise to compromise.