Love Comes To Me
Chapter 695: Casual Play

Marian's face changed dramatically and he shrank a little into the corner. Hector turned his face, his cold, ice-like gaze suddenly shooting at her.

The eyes were red, and the look was like looking at a dead man.

"I, I..."

Marian was appalled.

Hector walked slowly over, his leather shoes knocking on the floor with a clattering sound like a death knell. "Prince, I ... I... you listen to me..."

Marian raises his hand, trying to stop Hector from getting closer.

Instead, to his surprise, the knife was still in his hand, its point pointed at Hector.

Marian was startled when the dagger fell to the ground with a clang, like thunder in the pin-drop factory.

Hector moved his eyes slowly, sweeping over the dagger.

Seeing the blood stained on it, the look grew more and more hideous, like an evil spirit from hell. Hector stepped on the dagger and closed in on Marian.

"It was you, you played it well."

Marian retreated, desperate, "Prince ... you ... what are you doing here?"

If she hadn't known Hector was in the country, Marian wouldn't have dared to lay a hand on him.

Having been with Hector for many years, she is well aware of how cruel and heartless this man can be.

Anyone who dares to sin against him will end up miserable.

Agnes, for example.

Marian shivered terribly and was utterly flustered.

Hector stopped in front of her, his eyes abhorrent as if he were looking at a bedbug, a storm of murderous anger coalescing under them. Marian's chest felt like a big hole had been cut in it and the wind was whistling into it.

All those years, and that's all she got in return for a look.

She couldn't help but laugh, and tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.

"What are you doing?"

Anyone could hear that Hector was furious to the extreme, and the chill in that voice was unnerving.

Marian stopped laughing and bit his lip to keep quiet.

She held the dagger in her hand, which was still stained with blood, and could not argue with it.

This man was going to kill her like a gnat.

But she still wanted to struggle and lift her head.

Just after saying the word I, Hector's patience ran out and he kicked Marian out of the room.

With a painful scream, Marian slid down the wall.

Curled up in a corner, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Hector has no intention of just letting her go, and he's also mad enough to want nothing more than to tear whoever hurt Eloise to pieces.

The person who hurt her was even the old man beside him!

Seeing the crazy Hector, Hall couldn't help but say, "Prince, the young lady has lost so much blood, she fears for her life, let's take her to the hospital first." Hector jerked to a halt, his emotionless eyes cast a cold glance at Marian and walked briskly towards Eloise.

The madness under the eyes had disappeared and was replaced by pain.

Hector was half on his knees, cradling Eloise in his arms, so hard that his bones turned white and he couldn't bear to rub her whole body into his. "Eloise, Eloise ..."

Hector calls Eloise's name tenderly, expecting her to open her eyes and look at him.

Even if he glares at him, he is happy to do so.

But the truth is that Eloise was unresponsive.

Hector held Eloise's hand, which was covered in blood.

But he didn't care, holding Eloise tightly in his arms.

The look is as painful and desperate as that of a beast that has lost its mate.

"Please look at me, Eloise, please."

The two were clinging to each other in a pool of blood, a scene that almost made the crowd of black-clad bodyguards around them cry. They've only seen Hector's fierce and decisive face in the marketplace, but never this side of him!

It turns out that even iron-blooded men can break down and despair, just that they have not yet reached the point of grief.

Hall couldn't look away and raised his voice, "Prince, the young lady is still breathing and needs to be taken to the hospital before it's too late." Hector woke up like a dream and let go of Eloise a little.

Sure enough, her chest rose and fell slightly, small but true, and there was still breath.

Hector picked Eloise up in one hand and took a few steps away, turning back, "That woman is yours, save one breath and play with the rest." The voice was light and airy, but the meaning in the tone was unsettling to hear.

The bodyguards were overjoyed to hear this, and they were fist pumping.

Marian is quite good looking and they have been coveting it for a long time.

It was in the way of being Hector's right-hand man and didn't dare to do it.

Now, hey, hey.

Seven or eight bodyguards gathered around Marian, each with an unforgiving smile on his face.

Marian cowered in the corner with his knees in his arms, his face pale, his eyes slack, his whole being seemingly drained of his soul. She struggled in horror as she found herself surrounded.

"Don't ..."

Unfortunately, her struggle was not worth a look in the eyes of a few burly men.

Despite her good kung fu, she was still unable to resist a few strong men.

Soon she was held down and countless hands were directed at her body.

The eyes were even nastier, and Marian wanted to vomit in disgust, but couldn't struggle away.

Hector sees her for what she can do, so she has a high position in the company and no one ever dares to treat her like that.

"Prince! Prince..." Marian wailed in desperation, calling the name that had been placed in her heart for so long.

"Bitch, the prince has rewarded you to us, it's useless to call him, behave yourself or I'll make you look good!"

A burly man slapped her violently.

Marian's head was knocked to one side and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

She struggled as if she were mad, "No way, no way, you're lying to me, the prince wouldn't do this to me, no way, I don't believe it!"

At this the burly men became irritated and cursed, "What kind of goods do you think you are, do you think we dare without the prince's command?" Marian froze, his heart completely chilled.

She suddenly gave up struggling and allowed her clothes to be peeled away ...

A burly man who couldn't wait to lean down was suddenly lifted up by the back of his neck and Hall scolded with a cold face, "What are you doing?!" "The prince said to leave her to us." The strong man commiserated.

Hall swept him off his feet and said coldly, "The prince only said for you to keep an eye on people, not to do such nasty, nasty things, get out of my way!"

The burly men took a reluctant step back as Hall bent down and gathered Marian's clothes in silence.

It was hard to see her with a dull look on her face.

He sighed and said, "What is in your mind, that is the prince's most precious person, you can't possibly not know that, how dare you go and touch her, will the prince let you off so easily." Marian's vacant eyes slowly shifted to his face and his lips quirked without making a sound.

Instead, a tear slowly left the corner of his eye.

Hall looked uncomfortable and said soothingly, "Go along with the prince for now, and when I replace the opportunity I will go and speak to him and hope he will be lenient." Although they said so, both of them knew in their hearts that this matter, I am afraid, would not be resolved so easily.