Love Comes To Me
Chapter 641: Get the hell out of here!

Hector went into the hospital, went to the nurses' desk and asked for Mrs Darlington's ward and went straight over. The door to the room was hidden and Hector, who had been walking at a brisk pace, could not help but slow down. Through the open door, Eloise can be seen busy inside.

She was feeding Mrs Darlington with her back to the room, her back seemed to have faded again, and her waist was probably not enough to hold his two hands together. Eloise finished giving Mrs Darlington water and watched as the man closed his eyes.

Only then did she straighten up and unconsciously pinch her brow.

Only those who have actually tried it know how tiring it is to care for a patient.

Eloise hadn't slept well in a row for the past few days, and her eyes were blue and black. Still, she pushed through her tiredness and cleared the table.

Then she felt a searing sight fall on her body and she flinched.

Turning his head, he was surprised to see Hector outside the door.

The only thought that filled his mind and eyes was: why is he here?

A fine high-fashion suit with a straight figure.

Her innate dignity is not diminished even when she is in hospital.

The dark eyes fell soberly, and on his handsome face, there was a vague air of depression.

Eloise was slightly flustered, as if she had done something unseemly.

Subconsciously, she averted her eyes and looked back at Mrs Darlington, whose eyes were closed.

Mrs Darlington seems to be asleep and unconscious.

Eloise drops her heart a little and holds the glass unconsciously in her hand, trying to avoid Hector's eyes but feeling like there's nothing to hide.

"Come out." Hector gestured and spoke to her with his mouth.

Eloise shook her head slightly, she had already made up her mind to avoid Hector, how could she come up to him again at this point.

Hector's eyes darkened and he repeated it again.

Seeing Eloise just bite her lip and not move, a chill instantly shot through her eyes.

A big step was taken and it was actually going to come right in.

If you come in and make a scene, Mrs Darlington is bound to replace out.

Not caring any more, Eloise hurried out, closing the door behind her in the process.

Hector curled his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Eloise led Hector to the stairwell and turned back just to speak when a shadow came down cold, enveloping Eloise's entire body and she almost crashed into it. "You ..."

Eloise took a step back, her heart pounding and the nice cold scent of Hector's body all over her nose.

"Why?" Hector snapped coldly.

Eloise's heart was beating fast and she frowned at the words, "Why what?"

But Hector, as if he had lost his patience, pressed a step closer and asked through clenched teeth, "Why did you marry him?"

"None of your business." Eloise responded coldly.

Now she was already tired, and Hector had a questioning look on his face that would not have made anyone look good.

If she had been able to control the marriage, she wouldn't be in this situation today.

Even if they had something before, it was always inappropriate.

Rowson would be angry and I would be in a bad way, so let's just be strangers from now on."

As she said this, Eloise didn't look at Hector, her eyes looking away, giving Hector only a well-defined sideways glance that appeared cold and unfeeling.

The long lashes dropped, perfectly covering the emotions under her eyes, making it impossible for Hector to look inside her.

"You're my wife, and to marry someone else is to commit bigamy."

Hector said it in one word, almost through gritted teeth.

When Eloise heard the word Mrs., for some reason, it was as if something had twitched gently in her heart.

She shook her head to restrain the inexplicable emotion and said coldly, "I told you, you're mistaken, I'm not your wife."

This statement was like sticking a knife in Hector's heart, and his disguised face instantly crumbled.

The handsome face was twisted beyond recognition, and the aura emanating from it was wildly violent.

Eloise bit her lip and met Hector's raging eyes directly, hardening without taking a step back.

The stubborn look pierced Hector's eyes even more.

She was the one who had wronged Hector, but she had no choice.

Now that Rowson's mother is not out of danger, how can she turn a blind eye?

It was all her fault and she should not have bothered the Rogers family.

But if it would make Hector forget about her and not suffer so much, then she would accept it.

Bad guy, she'll be the one.

Long, thick lashes fluttered like those of a dying butterfly.

Eloise's face is pale and her lips are bloodless.

She hung her head slightly, her body clearly slender, yet stubbornly annoying.

Hector's heart ripped out at the look on her face.

He took a deep breath and punched the wall behind Eloise.

The whole man closed in on her, trapping her whole body between himself and the wall.

Dropping her head, there are her tightly closed eyes.

"And you can't remember a thing? When it's true that you don't remember me?" There was a glimmer of hope in Hector's mind. They have had so much good between them and have been through so much together.

Those were Hector's greatest treasures, which he kept carefully and securely in the deepest recesses of his heart.

But how could he accept that his treasured other protagonist had forgotten all about it and was now marrying someone else! Faced with his hurt look, Eloise said, still tongue-tied, "Don't remember."

"I'm Hector, I'm your husband, how can you not think of anything!"

Hector's voice, like that of a badly wounded beast.

Eloise bit her lip tightly and pressed her back against the wall, hating the fact that she couldn't tuck herself inside it.

She didn't say anything, her head tilted to the side, and it fell to Hector's eyes as a rejection.

He sneered and his palm descended, suddenly gripping the back of her head.

Following closely, the face pressed over and bit hard on Eloise's lips.

"Well, you!"

Eloise's eyes were wide open as panic, disbelief, fear and shock filled her heart.

She was so disoriented that she fought desperately for her life.

Unfortunately, the man's strength was far greater than hers and held her in his arms for dear life.

The kiss was surprisingly strong, like the end of the world.

Eloise's eyes were red with anger and she bit him hard.

Hector ate the pain and was forced to let go of her.

Immediately afterwards, a snap and a crisp slap resounded through the stairwell.

Hector is also gradually calming down, but he doesn't regret it at all.

His eyes fell on Eloise's crimson lips, which were as red as blood, and his expression condensed.

Eloise dropped her hand and straightened her loose hair, her forced composure shattered by the look in Hector's eyes.

She wiped her lips harshly and cursed, "Hector, you bastard, get out of here, I never want to see you again!"

With that, she turned hastily and fled.