Love Comes To Me
Chapter 526: Very good sound insulation

After the shooting came to an end, the Godbold family dragged Eloise and her family out to play something else.

It turns out that the Godbold family also has a private stable with a large area in which they can run their horses to their heart's content. To Eloise's slight surprise, Hector was also a good rider.

Eloise couldn't even blink at the sight of the men on the horses.

This is so handsome, what else can Mr Hector not do, no, nothing, Mr Hector can do anything!

Eloise thought firmly, with little stars in her eyes.

Eloise's heart was tugged as she watched the crowds gallop around the horse track.

Unfortunately, she was pregnant and could not ride a horse.

After a while, Hector rode the horse back.

Seeing Eloise eyeing the majestic date red horse, she asked in a heartbeat, "Want to pet him?"

"Can... do it?" Eloise asked excitedly.

A smile spread across Hector's eyes as he stroked the horse's head and said soothingly, "Yes, he's very obedient."

As if in response to his words, the horse tilted its head sideways and rubbed Hector's hand obediently, indeed as good as a little pet. Eloise, still nervous, spoke with some unease.

"Why is it so well behaved?"

"Because he's my horse, he naturally listens to me." Hector said matter-of-factly.

Eloise was stunned, "Yours? You still have horses here?"

Hector took her hand in his and placed it on the smooth mane and said slowly, "Grandpa gave me a birthday present for my birthday one year." A birthday gift for a horse is a great way to go.

Eloise stroked the horse one by one, only to feel the touch under her hands.

She couldn't resist saying to Hector, "We'll come back when I've had the baby and you'll teach me to ride, OK?" Hector curled his lips, "Good."

On the sidelines, Solomon looked envious and was eager to pet the big horse.

But the unscrupulous parents are so happy with themselves that they seem to have forgotten they have a little cub.

It was good that the Godbold family kept an eye on this Solomon Bay and immediately brought in a pony for him. Let him sit on it and take the pony for a slow scoot.

The pony was meek and gentle, taking one step at a time as if he was afraid of knocking Solomon off his feet.

The contrast with the steeds already running on Hector's side is inexplicably delightful.

After an afternoon of fun, Eloise and Solomon were tired and excited, so the Godbold family asked them to stay, and Hector agreed.

Seeing his wife and children exhausted like that, he didn't want to toss and turn.

Evening.

Eloise was in the shower when she realised that her inner thighs were worn out.

The touch hurts to suck in your breath, and sure enough there is still a price to pay for playing.

After washing, Eloise limped out of the bathroom, fell back onto the bed and never wanted to move again.

She was exhausted, her brain was still on high from playing with so many things today that she hadn't touched in over twenty years before. The only thing that wasn't perfect was that the legs weren't so sore.

Eloise curls up under the covers and stares at the ceiling like a baby silkworm, muttering something under her breath.

Hector pushed his way in and this is what he saw.

His eyes darkened and the corners of his mouth curled slightly as he took off his jacket and walked over to the bed. Surprise the baby silkworm by taking it into your arms with the blanket.

Eloise was startled, and upon seeing it was him, grumbled, "You're scaring me again."

Hector took her vertically into his arms and locked eyes with her, his low, mellow voice flowing slowly like a cello. "Happy?"

"Especially happy." Eloise replied honestly.

Hector hooked the corner of his mouth and let her down.

Peeling back the covers, he lifted the nightgown up and spread her legs.

Feeling the stiffness of the muscles under his hands, Hector's eyes darkened. Hector's eyes darkened as he felt the stiffness of the skin beneath his hands.

Eloise looked dumbfounded and instinctively struggled up, blushing, "What are you doing?"

The eyes also glanced around nervously, as if they were afraid of someone suddenly appearing in the corner.

"Don't move." Hector looked serious and held her leg down, not allowing her to move.

Eloise was on the verge of tears, stomping and howling, "No, no, this is Grandpa's house, if you mess with it, I'll fight you."

Hector was speechless, holding her paws.

Rubbing and pressing from the ankle bone, he raised an eyebrow and said, "Muscles hardened like that and not hurting? Stomp so hard."

Eloise's cheeks burst into red at first in dismay and then in shame at her head full of yellow waste.

She lifted her paws to cover her face in shame.

God, what was she thinking, was there a crack in the ground to bury her, she never wanted to see anyone again.

"How did you know my leg hurt?" Eloise asked, trembling.

There was a flash of shame in Hector's eyes, "You weren't walking very steadily when you came back, I wasn't thinking straight."

But before Eloise could be moved, she heard Hector say again, "What were you thinking just now, thinking I would do that to you? Well, it's not impossible if you want, it's my room, it's soundproof, don't worry about it outside ..."

"Don't say that!" Eloise shouted down.

Bury your head under the covers and lose your face.

Hector laughed lowly and stopped teasing her, patting the covers and saying, "Take your head out, aren't you bored?"

"No boredom, no boredom, just boredom."

There was a lot of fuss and Hector got the medicine applied.

What should have been a charming atmosphere was turned into an odyssey by Eloise herself.

Eloise's face was still hot until finally the two of them were lying in bed with the lights off.

The room was quiet and Eloise meditated on sleep sleep sleep, but was getting more and more awake.

Next to him, Hector's breathing is long, as if he is asleep.

Eloise rolled over, straightened slightly and stared at Hector's face.

He managed to fall asleep so quickly, thought the indignant man.

But on closer inspection, he looks like some kind of creature.

The sleeping Hector opened his eyes abruptly and met Eloise's.

Caught off guard, her hand didn't hold up and she thudded against Hector's chest.

In the darkness, all that could be heard was a muffled grunt from Hector.

A little anxious, Eloise propped herself up to look at his face and asked with concern, "Does it hurt?"

A soft laugh rang out as Hector lifted his hand and swept her into his arms, pulling the covers over her and patting them.

"It's fine, a little weight like you can't hurt me, why can't I sleep?"

Eloise was about to protest, and when she heard the words that followed his, she was immediately taken off course again. "For one thing, I don't know why, I don't actually recognise the bed."

Hector said, "So talk to me and like Grandpa's house."

Eloise found a comfortable position in his arms, rested her head against his chest and answered honestly.

"Like, your grandfather's family are great, I didn't grow up meeting my grandparents or having cousins, I don't know what it's like to get along with them." Hector mused for a moment and asked, "Mother-in-law never seemed to mention anything about her mother's family."