Love Comes To Me
Chapter 774: Who sent you

Rowson took a deep breath and grimaced.

Seeing that Rowson was about to lose his temper, the waiter looked at the two men fearfully and advised, "Sir, miss, don't argue, calm down."

Rowson ignored it, tugged at the corner of his mouth, looked straight at Eloise and said with a wry smile, "So that's how high Hector is in your heart." Eloise pursed the corners of her lips lightly, unsure of what to say.

The atmosphere was frosty for a while as the waiters looked at this and that.

Half-heartedly, he said weakly, "I remember, that gentleman had a smoky grey shirt inside, is that information useful to you?"

Eloise snapped her eyes at him, smoky grey shirt ... identical to Hector's outfit.

If the colours of the suits can clash, it seems a little unlikely that two suits will clash in a row.

Rowson glanced at a dismayed Eloise and asked in a hushed voice, "And did you see where they went?"

The waiter shook his head, "I really don't know ..."

As he spoke, another waiter passed by and he hastily called out to the waiter and enquired, "Did you see a man in a dark grey suit walking with a sexy lady in a sexy dress?" The waiter nodded, "What's wrong?"

"Do you know where they went?"

At that, the waiter pointed in a direction, "It seems to be into a guest room, I happened to be in a lift with them, down on the same floor, the room number should be 0921, but I'm not sure it's the person you're talking about." Eloise's body couldn't help but tremble with every word the waiter said.

Get in the room...

Her face became so white in this instant that it seemed bloodless.

Seeing this, Rowson took her by the shoulders, helped her steady herself and whispered in her ear, "Come on, let's go check it out." "No."

Eloise shook her head and stepped back, biting her lower lip unconsciously.

Seeing the rejection in her eyes, Rowson said, "Eloise, would you be willing to come this far without seeing it clearly?" "Come on, we'll just go and have a look, and there won't be anything."

"Eloise ..."

No matter what Rowson said, Eloise shook her head vigorously.

All that came back to her mind was the attendant's words, "They went into the room, into the room, the room ..."

Eloise couldn't even think about what she was doing in a room alone, with a sexy woman.

She covered her chest and her face was extremely ugly.

Worried by this appearance, Rowson came over and asked, "Eloise, are you all right? Don't ever hold it in yourself."

Eloise shook off Rowson's hand in one swift movement and gasped, her eyes full of rejection.

"I'm not going."

Seeing Eloise's insistence on not leaving, Rowson became a little anxious and gritted his teeth, deliberately provoking Eloise, "Eloise, you're actually scared too, aren't you, of seeing Hector tangled up with another woman, that you care about him."

If Eloise doesn't bump into the scene in the room, then all his hard work will be for nothing.

Eloise paled and denied it as if she had been poked in the face.

"I don't have ..."

She simply didn't believe that Hector was the kind of person Rowson said he was.

Seeing that the provocation was working, Rowson deliberately increased his tone, "If not, then why are you afraid to come over with me to see?"

Eloise, a little exasperated and with a tight breath in her chest, let Rowson tug her forward.

And at that moment in a room around the corner, Katerina struggled to drag Hector into the room.

She deliberately left the door half open, knowing that Rowson would lure Eloise over.

She stumbled and helped Hector onto the large bed next to her.

A winning smile crossed Katerina's lips as she looked at Hector's sleeping form.

She climbed into bed and anxiously went to undo Hector's buttons.

Slender fingers moved down Hector's collarbone and Catherine took on an ambiguous/ambiguous look.

The fingertips slid down and landed on the first button.

Fingers moving slightly, Catherine felt her heartbeat become faster and faster.

Hector is a man so dangerous that even when he's asleep he's gut-wrenching.

But that's exactly what makes it to her liking.

As he was about to unbutton it, his arm was abruptly grabbed by a warm palm.

In the next moment, pain swept over the heart.

Katerina twisted her expression and cried out in pain, tears welling up in her eyes.

Unexpectedly, he met a pair of cold, dark eyes.

Katerina looked into Hector's eyes, which were like a cellar of ice, and her heart fluttered so hard in fear that her face instantly lost its blood. Hector's awake? How can it be so soon?

However, before she could react, Hector's eyes flashed a look of disgust.

The next second, Katerina's entire body was kicked off the bed, landing hard on the back of her head with a muffled thud.

The force was so great that it was almost flung mercilessly out of Hector's hands.

Crawling to the ground, Katerina's vision of the man's pencil-thin legs appeared, with a steady stride and absolutely no sign of drugging.

Was he a monster? She'd obviously even upped the dose, so why didn't it work on Hector?

Hector leaned down and pinched her face hard, forcing her to look up.

Katerina's pupils dilated instantly when she saw the bloodthirsty glint in Hector's eyes.

The choke on Katerina's jaw was painful, and as she looked at the satanic man in front of her, she felt a sense of dread.

If she were to actually fight Hector herself, what are her chances of winning?

Hector narrowed his eyes, a cold chill radiating from his body, and asked in a stern voice, "Who sent you?"

He looked at Katerina with no hint of pity at all, as if he might strangle her in the next moment.

The atmosphere slowly froze and the air, deadly quiet.

Hector's clear, dark eyes were etched with hostility, his breath aggressive.

At this point Katerina was still reeling from her own shock, her mouth trembling slightly with an unacceptable look on her face. "You, why?"

Hector stifled a grunt and looked at her disdainfully, "Wanna ask why I'm okay?"

He smiled coldly.

Before Katerina could react, a chokehold was placed around the delicate neck.

Hector picked her up straight from the ground.

The man's chilly breath closed in and Katerina felt slightly suffocated, unable to catch her breath.

Every pore opened up in fear.

This man, he's the devil!

He'll kill her.

The next second, Hector pinned Katerina directly against the wall, his voice as deep and cold as hardened ice, "That little trick of yours, you think it will work on me? You'd better tell me yourself, don't make me use other methods to get you to talk."

Something like ecstasy is considerably less potent than the weird stuff Almeida has developed.

It was also to prevent being drugged thinly that Almeida would from time to time develop medicines for him that did not cause any serious harm.

After his body has produced antigens, he is more or less resistant to such things than ordinary people.

At least you don't immediately pass out.

The moment he was sprayed, he realised it could be ecstasy.

As he wanted to replace out who had sent this woman, Hector went along and pretended he had been dazed to make her let her guard down.