Love Comes To Me
Chapter 275: A Night of Madness

A night of madness.

All the thoughts of each other were ventilated in the ultimate languor.

"Eloise, I love you."

He whispered his feelings in his ear, while she burst into tears and could only cling to his back, drowning in a tide of love.

Hector Rogers fell into a deep sleep.

The room is dimly lit, with only a single wall lamp above the bed on.

The orange light spilled onto the bed as Eloise Thompson turned her head and gazed deeply at Hector Rogers.

It seemed to engrave his appearance into his mind.

He had lost a little weight after two months of absence, and even in the lack of light, the greenish blackness under his eyes was still clearly visible. He did not have a good time.

At once, mixed emotions flooded the mind.

There was guilt, heartache, and emotions she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"I'm sorry."

Eloise Thompson murmured, closing her eyes and reaching out to hold him close.

It was a long time before he let go.

Fingertips tenderly brushed over his brow, the corners of his lips curving slowly, a bitter smile spreading across his lips.

"Hector, please forgive me for being selfish. Because it's the only thing that's good for you and for me and for the Rogers family."

It was almost dawn outside and Eloise Thompson reluctantly got up and out of bed, picking up the clothes on the floor and putting them on.

Afterwards, she helped Hector Rogers get dressed and clean up everything, creating the illusion that she hadn't been there.

When she finally left, she looked fondly at the sleeping man on the bed.

This separation may never be seen again.

But despite all the helplessness and reluctance in her heart, she could only make this choice.

With a clench of her teeth, she turned, and with heartache, left in determination.

The morning sun shone through the window glass on the heavy curtains, and the man in the bed groaned. The man in the bed groaned a few times, and suddenly, oohed and aahed, sat up from the bed. Hector Rogers looked around, then lifted the covers again and saw that he himself was fully clothed, and his good-looking sword brow furrowed fiercely. Is... just a dream?

But why is it so real?

He then curled his lips in self-deprecation; how could she possibly show up when she had left so cruelly?

One is just a dream that one has been thinking about day and night.

Hector Rogers didn't think much more of it and after a brief wash, he left the hotel in a hurry.

Little did he know that as he got into a taxi to leave, a slender figure emerged from behind a potted plant outside the hotel.

Eloise Thompson looked at the taxi as it drifted away, not looking back for a long time.

...

Eloise Thompson returned home, having not slept much all night, with no energy and an empty heart.

It wasn't any lack of sleep, she knew, but because of Hector Rogers.

Two months have passed and thought I would slowly get over him.

But when I saw him, I realised that I was only deceiving myself.

She missed him far more than she thought she would.

Why did God do this to her?

Why did she let him appear to her when she had already chosen to leave?

In this way, what would it take for her to get over him.

Suddenly, her mobile phone rang.

It was a colleague who called.

"Eloise, why haven't you come to work yet?"

...

For the first time in two months, Eloise Thompson was late for work and was inevitably told off by her supervisor.

As she returned to her seat, a colleague came over to her and asked in a small, concerned voice, "Eloise, are you all right? I see you look very pale." Eloise Thompson smiled at her, "I'm fine."

The colleague nodded and asked, "Why did you leave last night without saying anything? The supervisor was furious."

So there's more to it than that.

No wonder the supervisor was so angry. I bet she was angry with her last night.

A colleague looked curious and Eloise Thompson gently returned, "A bit under the weather so I went back first."

"Really?" The colleague gave a look of "I knew you would answer that".

A small frown, "Yeah, what's wrong?"

The colleague looked around and saw that everyone was concentrating on their work, so she came up to Eloise Thompson's ear and whispered, "I saw you helping a man out last night." At these words, Eloise Thompson's eyes flashed with surprise, but her face remained calm and unreadable.

"That man is your boyfriend, isn't he?" A colleague could hardly hide a gossipy stare at her.

Eloise Thompson raised an eyebrow and denied it, "No, he's just a friend of mine. Just happened to run into him, he was drunk and I gave him a lift back."

"It's just that simple?"

"Of course it is." Eloise Thompson picked up one of the papers on the table and shoved it into her arms, saying uncharacteristically, "Stop gossiping and finish matching this data." Having said that, she turned on her computer and put her mind to work.

Seeing this, her colleague was not in a position to argue with her and dutifully returned to her place.

Eloise Thompson pauses in her keyboard tapping and turns her head to look at her colleague, the corners of her mouth pursed up with some unease.

I also wonder if Hector woke up and noticed anything was wrong.

If so, would someone be allowed to replace out what happened last night?

In that case, wouldn't he know where he was?

During the lunch break, Eloise Thompson went to the top terrace and called Egbert Chumley.

"Eloise," Egbert Chumley's gentle voice rang in his ears, as it always did.

Eloise Thompson hesitated, "... Alumni I met him."

At this, Egbert Chumley's face changed abruptly and he hurriedly asked after him, "Was it Hector Rogers?" "Hmm."

Egbert Chumley was silent.

Eloise Thompson bit her lip and continued, "He was too drunk to recognise me, I don't think."

"Are you sure?" Egbert Chumley asked.

"Hmm. He's too drunk to recognise me."

Egbert Chumley was relieved then, "That's good. I was afraid he'd recognise you and he'd take you back to City J."

"There's no way I'm going back." Eloise Thompson grunted.

Although the sound was very low, Egbert Chumley could hear it clearly.

He thought about it thoughtfully, then asked, "Eloise, can you let it go?"

Can you let go?

Eloise Thompson looked up at the somewhat grey sky and actually wondered if she could actually put it down.

After a long time without hearing her answer, Egbert Chumley had an answer in mind.

"Eloise, if you can, I want you to be honest with yourself and your feelings, sometimes running away doesn't solve the problem." "Well, I know."

But knowing it and wanting to do it is too difficult.

Egbert Chumley couldn't say much more, sighed softly and said, "One day when you want to come back, I'll come and get you." "Thanks."

Eloise Thompson hangs up the phone, her mood as grey and unreadable as the sky is now.

City J, she wants to go back.

What she wanted more than anything else was to go back to his side.

But could she ever go back?

Just thinking about one's past, thinking, becomes a luxury.

She laughed bitterly, then took a deep breath and turned to go downstairs.

There are some things that you can't think about any more than you have to, so let's just go with the flow.