Love Comes To Me
Chapter 655: Yes, I am threatening her

This night, neither of them mentioned the subject again, each with their own thoughts, even though they lived under the same roof.

Eloise went to bed early but didn't fall asleep, having insomnia and keeping her eyes open until midnight.

Also losing sleep was Rowson, who was thinking a bit too much.

One minute it's how to snatch Eloise up, the next it's how to get rid of Hector, a bunch of jumbled ideas.

Eventually Sweety came to mind, and that little girl still refuses to change her mind.

When you see Hector you always like to call him Daddy, no matter how you say it.

It was fine before, but now it always feels awkward.

The night passed in this way and it was dawn.

Rowson. got up and cleaned up, had breakfast with Eloise, told her she had to go out on a trip and drove out.

On the way, he called Hector.

"Let's meet up."

Hector agreed dryly that sooner or later they would have to have a talk with each other.

However, since Rowson had come to him at this time, it proved that there was a problem with his wedding and there was a gleam in Hector's eye.

Rowson made a good draft on the way there and decided that no matter what, he would convince Hector.

Eloise he would never have given up, and Hector should have known that they were the right fit now.

Rowson's expression eased slightly at the thought.

When they met, Rowson got straight to the point and said, "Mr Hector, I'm sure you know what I've come to you for, Eloise has agreed to marry me and I want you to let her go."

As if he had heard some funny joke, the corners of Hector's mouth tugged up in an arc, but there was no laughter in his eyes.

"How do I put it?"

Rowson said in one word, "Divorce her, naturally, and give her her freedom."

Hector asked rhetorically, "Did Eloise tell you to come and talk to me?"

"... is what we both meant."

Rowson said a little reluctantly.

Eloise never mentioned anything about talking to Hector about it, but just flat out told him that they couldn't get married.

He doesn't say it with his mouth, but in fact he still minds it a bit.

Seeing his hesitation, Hector snorted, "That's you alone, I guess Eloise mentioned the marriage license to you. Then told you to call off the wedding, didn't she?"

All told, Rowson paled slightly and said with an ironic grimace, "Even if that's the case, the fact that you forced it doesn't change Eloise's status as a stranger to you."

"Mr. Rowson, allow me to remind you that you are now the one who has taken advantage of Eloise's memory loss to deliberately lure her into marrying you, for whom she has not a single feeling." Hector was calm and to the point.

Rowson clenched his fists and looked up suddenly.

"It has nothing to do with memory loss. If she hadn't been unhappy with you, how could she have forgotten that memory? Mr Hector, reflect on yourself, you're in no position to dictate her life now." Both men are uncovering each other's scars, one more viciously than the other.

The matter of losing Eloise has always been on Hector's mind.

Having been unable to forgive himself for years, Rowson amounted to another sprinkle of salt on his wounds.

Hector felt a sharp pain in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, he just said coldly: "It's not your place to get involved in my business with Eloise.

The fact that she married me and received a license is the best testimony to our past, and your wishful thinking in pestering her will only end in nothing."

Mr Hector is no match for anyone in terms of eloquence. He is a man of few words, but he is not incapable of speaking.

A layer of anger rose to Rowson's eyes, "If you really want what's best for her, you should know that it's best for her to marry me now, I can give her more than you can."

Hector smiled coolly, "My own wife, why should you give her happiness, who are you to give her happiness, it's you who should let go, Mr. Rowson."

"That was before."

Rowson corrected him, "Eloise doesn't remember you now, you're just a stranger, it doesn't help that you're threatening her with a marriage license, we're in love and nothing is going to stop that." "Threats?"

Hector gave a sudden, pleasant smile, "Yes, I was threatening her."

He was really, really glad that there was still a marriage certificate.

Otherwise, in this current situation, it is not really clear how to stop the two from getting married.

"Don't you forget, there are plenty of people who get married and divorced, she loves me now, and it's true love between us!"

Rowson gritted his teeth.

The smile on Hector's lips disappeared abruptly, his inky black eyes tinged with blood as he repeated playfully, "True love?" "Right."

Rowson's tone intensified, "How could she have agreed to marry me if she didn't really love me, Mr Hector, let it go."

Hector gave a taunting chortle, his thin lips spitting out a few words, "Dream on, unless I die!"

At this, Rowson's face also turned ugly.

Neither of them could convince the other and they ended up disagreeing.

Rowson got back into the car and pounded the steering wheel hard, his gentle face twisting slightly.

He shouldn't have come today, he was in too much of a hurry.

It was mainly Eloise's attitude that made him panic, just wanting to fix everything and marry her in style.

Only when he became his own could he let go of his heart, but he didn't expect ...

This is like telling Hector that as long as he doesn't let go, they will never be together. In this way, he is in a passive position.

"Grrrrr!"

Rowson had a rare outburst.

Now that the mistake has been made, something else has to be thought of.

Rowson kicked the accelerator and the car shot off like an arrow.

The wedding was just put on hold.

Both Rowson and Eloise had a heart-to-heart and did not mention marriage again.

But the corresponding preparatory matters did not stop there.

The venue, the decorations, really even the invitations were being rushed to give the impression that the wedding was approaching.

Eloise was upset and talked to Rowson about the issue.

What she meant was that since she couldn't get married, there was no point in wasting any more energy.

Rowson grimaced and said emphatically, "It's just that we can't tie the knot for now, and I'll think of a way to get Hector to agree to a divorce."

In fact, there was nothing he could do at all. That man, Hector, lacked nothing and had no weaknesses or flaws, and it was almost impossible to get him to relent.

All of which, naturally, Eloise knows, and in the time she has been in contact with Hector, she knows how paranoid the man can be.

If he doesn't want to let go, then no one can force him to do so unless he wants to.

Rowson took her by the shoulders again and said seriously, "Eloise, you promised me you wouldn't go back on your word, didn't you?" The voice was strained, with the slightest tremor.

Eloise was helpless, she didn't really want to answer the question.

But Rowson stubbornly waited, and she had no choice but to say vaguely, "Let's not talk about that, we can't tie the knot yet."