Love Comes To Me
Chapter 28 Embracing A Beauty

"Hm?" Hector responded half-heartedly; his tone was deep, and his gaze remained on focus.

Eloise's heart was at her throat; she thought to herself, what was he trying to do?

Kiss her?

No, no, no, they were not that well acquainted.

Of course not!

What was he trying to do, then?

He was so close to her that their faces are practically touching together...

At this time, there was only about five centimeter of room between them.

Eloise could clearly feel his hot breath on her face; it left a tingling sensation, as if she was brushed by feathers, and as if an electric current ran passed... Only the sound of his breathing could be clearly heard. She subconsciously held out a hand to push his chest away and took two steps backwards.

But in the very next second, she felt a strong hand grip against her waist.

"Don't move." He nonchalantly uttered a warning beside her ear.

Eloise was frightened and didn't dare move; she remained still in his ambiguous embrace.

Originally, Hector only meant to see her swollen face.

Then, the second he held her, he smelled a fragrance.

He recognized this smell must be the shampoo she used.

She just finished her shower and donned nothing but a bathrobe around her body. She smelled quite pleasant, and there was an indescribable aura of softness and daintiness about her. Embracing a beauty, that was it.

Hector felt as if a fire was ignited in his eyes; the blood circulating his body felt like boiling water, it began to race quickly, and rushed towards his lower abdomen.

He... suddenly had certain urges again!

But he quickly suppressed that urge.

He didn't want to scare her away!

Hector took a deep breath and let her go; he stood upright and coldly said, "You're definitely swollen."

Eloise was dumbfound; she stood for a while before she snapped back to her senses.

Did he just want a closer look at the palm-shaped print on her face?

It was his fault for making her think awry thoughts just now.

Looking a bit embarrassed, Eloise blushed and said, "It's fine, it doesn't hurt as much anymore; the swelling will subside soon enough."

Hector disagreed deeply against her indifferent attitude.

Every woman cherished her own face the most; how could she just treat it like nothing?

Even the best looking woman shouldn't be so stubborn; after all, a hard slap like that could ruin her look!

Hector pressed his lips and pulled her to sit down on the sofa.

He walked to the door, took out a bottle from the huge bag of water, and pressed it gently against her face, then said in a cold tone, "Use this; it's been chilled, but not frozen, it'll help ease the swelling." Eloise now knew what the purpose of this huge bag of water was for. She felt a sense of warmth at the comical gesture.

"Thank you," She replied with a smile.

"You're welcome."

Hector sat beside her and watched her.

The two of them said nothing for a while, so the entire place was quiet.

Suddenly, Eloise began to feel a bit awkward, and felt that she should say something to break the ice.

But it's as if her tongue was tied; she couldn't think of anything to say, as the scene of him hugging her just now kept replaying in her mind...

She couldn't control as her cheeks began to blush again; eventually, the redness extended to her ears and neck.

Eloise was in a frenzy inside; what was she doing thinking about these random thoughts.

Hector seemed to notice as if she was not at ease; he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's the matter? Does it hurt a lot? How come your face is getting redder?"

Eloise felt as if she wanted to just die right now, but she didn't dare say anything. She didn't want him to realize she was daydreaming, so she laughed drily and said, "Oh, just a bit; it must be the tingling sensation from the cold bottle..." "Oh? Let me see."

Hector furrowed his eyebrows and reached over for the water bottle.

But before he touched it, Eloise evaded him, "It's fine, don't worry! How about you, it's quite late already, sorry to trouble you to come all the way over... I'm also sorry about what happened earlier at the restaurant." "Why do you have to say sorry for?"

Hector silently retracted his hand and asked coldly.

Eloise's eyes drooped down as she said, "To think, I did something like that to Solomon..."

Hector replied, "He won't mind, his only concern is whether you're angry; he won't blame you. Besides, I know you didn't mean it."

"But still, it hurt him..." Eloise forced a bitter smile.

It was true that she didn't mean it at the time, but a subconscious reaction like what she did would definitely still leave others feeling hurt. She felt a pang in her heart even as she thought back to Solomon's expression at that time.

Watching her wallow in self-guilt, Hector softened up a bit and comforted her, "Just bring some gifts the next time you see Solomon."

Eloise's heart skipped a beat and said to herself, "you can do this again."

She had already decided to keep away from them.

Hector kept looking at her; he could see the hesitation in her eyes.

But he said nothing.

After all, everything was under his control.

Including her!

At this time, the cell on the table began to ring.

He reached over to the cell and picked up the call; it was Rupert on the other end. Rupert spoke in an anxious tone, "Damn, help me, brother, hurry and come back, Solomon is going crazy!"

"What's wrong?" Hector deepened his voice and asked with a frown.

Rupert replied, "I brought him back to his room to draw him a bath. I let the warm water fill the tub, but he secretly changed it to cold water and soaked in the tub for over half an hour. Then, he came out, turned on the air conditioner, and locked himself in his room, refusing to let us in. What should we do? At this rate, he's going to get a cold and fever..."

Upon hearing this, Hector's brows tightened.

Everything was fine when he left; how did things turn out like this from his slight absence?

Rupert kept chattering on the phone, but he hung up and arose from the sofa.

Eloise also stood up, and anxiously asked, "Is it Solomon?"

She was still a distance away from the cell, but with Rupert's loud voice, she could still hear his voice.

And she managed to catch parts of the conversation.

Hector nodded, "Solomon has locked himself in again. He does this from time to time, but tonight, things seem bit different."

Solomon was weaker than most normal children; he would easily catch colds and get sick. Such a ruckus would definitely spell trouble.

Eloise was about to breakdown as she heard this.

Her first reaction was that Solomon's erratic behavior was all her fault.

Then she recalled Hector mentioned to her before that Solomon had mild cases of autism and bouts of anger; sometimes, he was restless and couldn't sit still.

To hell with it; all her notions to keep away from them suddenly went out the window.

She concernedly looked at Hector, "Mr. Rogers, can I go with you to take a look?"

This was exactly what Hector was waiting to hear, and he immediately replied, "Of course."