Love Comes To Me
Chapter 274: He's drunk

The box is large and comes with singing facilities.

Everyone was in high spirits and after eating, they started drinking and singing again, and the atmosphere was quite lively

Eloise Thompson was a little tired, but seeing how much fun everyone was having, she was too embarrassed to mention that she had to go home and spoil everyone's fun.

So she quietly got up and walked out of the compartment to get some air in the corridor.

There was a window at the end of the corridor and she walked over to it.

At that moment, the door of a booth opened and a waiter came out with a food cart. Eloise Thompson happened to walk past and, unnoticed by the other party, the cart crashed into it unawares. Eloise Thompson was spilled all over.

Why so unlucky?

Fortunately, there was no hot food on the table, just a few scraps of leftovers and dressing sauce.

She looked tearfully at the soup stained on her clothes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

The waitress kept apologising and trying to clean her up with the rag she had on hand.

"It's okay." Eloise Thompson, a little depressed but aware that the waitress didn't mean it, stopped her hand, smiled and said, "I'll just go to the bathroom and clean it up."

"I'm sorry." The waitress looked at her with gratitude and apology.

Eloise Thompson smiled and said nothing more, turning and striding off in the direction of the bathroom.

The washroom is located at the corner at the other end of the corridor, with the men's washroom on the left and the women's washroom on the right, with a row of card tables outside for guests to relax in and dimly lit. As Eloise Thompson walked past, there was a man sitting on the card table, his head down and his face unseen.

There is an inexplicable sense of familiarity that comes over me.

But how could the man be here when he was at City J?

Mostly because I miss him too much...

Eloise Thompson's heart fluttered with an unspeakable sourness, she squeezed her palms, withdrew her eyes and went straight into the bathroom.

The stain was not a grease stain, so I was able to wash it with water and it came out clean, but the clothes were wet.

Eloise Thompson smiled helplessly, now she had an excuse to leave early.

When I came out of the bathroom, I still unconsciously looked in the direction of the man from earlier, who was still sitting there, his posture not even changed.

You're not asleep, are you?

Eloise Thompson thought darkly, then walked past him.

After a few steps, there was a sudden "thud" behind him.

Frightened, she rushed back only to see the man had somehow fallen to the ground.

Inexplicably, it was as if her heart was clenched and she rushed over, "Sir, you ..."

The words "Is everything all right" were still on the tip of her tongue before she could say them, and Eloise Thompson was dumbfounded, staring blankly at the man on the floor. The man lying on the ground is none other than Hector Rogers.

...

For two whole months, he still hadn't heard from Eloise.

Egbert Chumley, perhaps sensing something, did not leave City J for two months.

This frustrated Hector Rogers.

It was thought that Eloise's whereabouts could be found from Egbert Chumley, but two months had passed and still nothing had been found. "Brother, there's a project at City S. Why don't you go over there and talk about it yourself?"

A few days ago, Rupert Rogers couldn't stand seeing him so depressed every day and wanted him to leave City J for a few days to change his mood. He agreed.

The enthusiasm of his partners, the lively atmosphere, or perhaps the overwhelming longing in his heart, drove him to down glass after glass.

In the end, he was drunk.

Refusing assistance, he staggered out of the box.

"Eloise ..."

At that moment, Hector Rogers opened his dazed, drunken eyes and called out the name of the person he had missed for so long, even though the people in front of him were heavily shadowed and unreadable. A familiar voice sounded in her ears and a sourness instantly came over her. Eloise Thompson hurriedly turned around, pursed her lips, took a deep breath and said, "Sir, I'll go and call someone over." "Eloise, I miss you so, so much ..."

A murmur behind her. Eloise Thompson's heart clenched into a ball, her eyes blurred and her feet felt like lead, too heavy to move.

The hand that fell to his side, clenched fiercely, for a long time, slowly unclenched.

Turning, he stepped forward, knelt down and used all his strength to help him up.

With the help of the clubhouse staff, Eloise Thompson stuffed Hector Rogers into a taxi and then gave the driver the name of a nearby hotel. "Eloise."

What about Hector Rogers. murmured, leaning his body and resting his head on her shoulder.

Back stiffening, Eloise Thompson slowly turned her head, her eyes falling on his handsome face.

Despite the dim light in the car, she still had a clear view of his brow.

For two months she spent the nights picturing his face over and over in her head, fearing that one day she might actually forget what he looked like. The feelings buried deep inside her burst out the moment she saw him, filling her heart in an instant.

Hector.

She lifted her hand and ran her fingertips carefully across the crest of his brow.

He misses her.

She did not want him.

"Girl, is this your boyfriend or not?"

An abrupt voice suddenly sounded inside the car, and it was Mr. Driver.

It took Eloise Thompson a moment to realise that there were other people in the car and hurriedly withdrew her hand, forced a smile and responded, "No." "No?" Mr. Driver frowned suspiciously, "Then otherwise it's your husband?"

To avoid the driver's incessant questions, Eloise Thompson gave a vague "hmm".

"So it's the husband. You're getting married so young."

Eloise Thompson didn't chime in.

When the driver saw this, he said nothing more and silence returned to the car.

On arrival at the hotel, with the help of the hotel staff, Eloise Thompson was finally able to help the man into bed.

She sat down on the edge of the bed with a tired bum and a sideways, somewhat angry glare at Hector Rogers.

I should have known better than to bother with him.

It almost didn't tire her out.

But that's all she thought about, how could she leave him behind?

She rested for a while before getting up to help him take off his coat and shoes.

Seeing his uncomfortable frown, she frowned along with him.

He had always been a man of moderation and not a bad drinker, he hardly ever got drunk, so how could he be so drunk today?

"Eloise ..."

When she heard him call her name again, her eyebrows knitted tighter, was it because of her?

She reached out and gently smoothed the crease in his brow, sighing softly, "Why are you suffering? A woman like me is not worthy of your thoughts." Since one has chosen to leave him, one should go completely and utterly.

Today was an accident, but she hoped there would be no next time.

"See you later, Hector."

The goodbye that was too late to say before was finally said.

Eloise Thompson stood up, her reluctant gaze locked on his face, and halfway through, with a grit of her teeth, she turned to leave. "Don't go."

The wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Eloise Thompson was too shocked to turn around for a moment.

"Eloise, don't go, I really miss you..."

Eloise Thompson's nose couldn't help but tingle and tears rolled down her face.

"Hector ..."

She turned slowly as he sat up unaware, his thick, ink-like eyes staring at her for a moment.

Seeing this, Eloise Thompson subconsciously tried to escape.

Suddenly, her body was yanked by a force, a whirlwind, and when she reacted, she was already pinned to the bed by him. "Hector ..."

No sooner had he opened his mouth than it was blocked by warm lips and tongue.