Love Comes To Me
Chapter 549: She Knows Her Name Is Eloise

It wasn't long before the sound of small talk came from inside the room.

"Prince."

Thomas called out in a low voice.

At these words the pen in Hector's hand paused, the quill being held casually.

He looked up at Thomas with a glint in his eye.

"Is it replaceing out anything?"

"Well, one of the informants said that the suspected person you are looking for has been spotted in a small city, and according to reports, she is probably hiding in a city in the south of France right now. Do you think we should go after her and see if she's there?" Thomas said cautiously.

With those words, the stoic expression on Hector's face dissipated.

The quiet lake rippled and swirled round and round.

The hostility from within radiates almost immediately.

His grip on the pen was so tight that he was about to break it, his fingertips whitening.

During these three years, in addition to searching for Eloise and developing his branch, he also ordered a covert search for Agnes.

When he couldn't replace Agnes in the country, he guessed that Agnes had probably smuggled herself out of the country.

At the time, conditions were limited at home, so he travelled here alone to develop and grow his power.

In order to one day be able to cleanse his enemies in blood.

What Agnes did to Eloise is still seared into his mind.

For three years now, every late night, he has had a nightmare.

Dreams of Eloise sinking endlessly in the sea as the icy waves lap at her indiscriminately.

Whenever he reaches out to save her, the dream is instantly blocked and he ends up having to wake up alive...

When I woke up, my side was empty and not as warm as it was at first.

This was followed by a suffocating pain that swept through the heart.

In fact, a year ago he almost managed to catch Agnes.

It just so happened that by chance he ran into Agnes, and he let him break one of his legs alive.

But the men did not watch her well and she escaped.

After the shock, Hector sent his men around the world to track down Agnes.

Another year passed before the men brought news.

I just didn't expect the location of this report to be in France.

How dare Agnes appear in a country where he is!

It's true what they say, the most dangerous place is the safest place.

Hector's eyes were filled with fury as he thought back on what had happened.

Slamming the pen down heavily on the desk, he ordered in a cold voice, "Chase, chase me to death, don't let her escape again this time!"

If Agnes escapes again, I don't know when she will appear again.

Sensing Hector's powerful aura, Thomas didn't dare to be subtle.

Nodding, he responded, "Yes, don't worry, we'll do our best to catch them and make sure we bring Agnes back to you!"

After talking about Agnes, Thomas began to methodically report on Hector's next work schedule.

"Prince, there is a grand ball in a few days, organized by the royal family, and the invitees are elite people from all walks of life. You are also on the invitation list, do you think you should attend? This is a great opportunity." Such a ball would be a hoot, I think.

Hector looked bemused, the water under his eyes not rippling when he heard of the royal family.

He glanced casually at the paper Thomas handed over and returned it blandly, "Well, we'll see when we get there."

This time there was no outright refusal, as there had been before.

But Thomas gauged his demeanour and took in a bit of information from it.

It was clear that Hector was not in a high spirits.

He has never liked such a lively venue.

He guessed that his boss would probably replace a reason to turn it down, and did not refuse immediately just because he did not want to disgrace the royal family too much. But just meaning it and pretending to think about it.

After Thomas left, Hector went on with his official business.

When the work was done, he stepped outside onto the terrace and stretched.

A sweet red haze lingers in the sky, reflecting on one's face, full of red light, and the evening style blowing in is comfortably warm.

Hector pursed his thin lips and took in the image of the waning sun.

Obsidian-like pupils twitched and a little ripple rose in his heart.

Eloise's figure was reflected in the sky and Hector tried to reach out and grab it.

But it was just a phantom of his mind.

He laughed bitterly and loosened his clenched palm.

Eloise, where will you be?

Are you still alive?

The pain in the heart is hooked out with the breeze.

Hector Bitter then turned and went into the house, took out a bottle of wine and drank it dry.

The wine burned his throat, but still could not blow away the bitterness and longing in his heart...

Meanwhile, at a winery in France, a woman also looked up slightly towards the sky.

After a few moments, she unconsciously gave a warm smile before dropping her eyes and her gaze continued to fall on the vine.

She was wearing a light blue dress, the hem of which swayed gently in the air with the wind, swinging in a slight curve.

The hair is not tied up and falls convincingly down the sides of the shoulders.

Her looks are pure beauty, with a classical charm characteristic of the English country, a combination of beauty in bone and beauty in skin. At first glance, it is a stunning sight to behold.

Standard goose egg face, crescent moon eyebrows, cherry mouth, clear eyes with a cut of autumn water shining in them.

On closer inspection, one does not replace it off-putting, and there is a chic charm in it.

The delicate face looks very attractive in the waving of the afterglow.

In the vineyards dotted with purple, she looks like a fairy who has never eaten anything, and whose smile is a breath of fresh air.

She stands there, climbing a shelf with her toes slightly padded upwards.

With a flick of a white, slender finger, a full bunch of grapes is cut.

The sweet red lips lifted upwards in a restful smile.

She lifted her elbow and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead before stepping down from the shelf.

As soon as her toes touched the ground, a milky and slightly slurred girl's voice came from behind her. "Mummy, Mummy-"

The girl doll's joyful, crisp cry echoed through the vineyard and the woman's form paused slightly.

She turned back to look behind her.

Just look at a small figure with a barking mouth.

Seeing her from a distance, she stumbled towards her.

It's quite comical to see how they fall to the ground and run when they haven't long learned to walk.

Behind the little girl, a middle-aged woman, mumbling French, came chasing after her in a panic. The look was clearly like saying ouch my little ancestor.

There was something of a déjà vu about the scene and the woman's shapely brow furrowed slightly.

She had an accident some years ago and the doctor said she had a memory disorder and couldn't remember most of the things she did. However, she remembers her name clearly and knows that she is called Eloise.