Love Comes To Me
Chapter 810: Drink this down

Originally Eloise was indifferent to his words, but after hearing this she couldn't do without any reaction.

He's simply sending himself to his death!

Whoever could develop such a harmful germ would be no simple person!

She turned and looked at Rowson incredulously, questioning, "Are you crazy?! Aren't you afraid something will happen if you go like that?" Hearing the concern in her words, Rowson's heart was instantly gratified and with a smile he said, "No, I will be careful, I owe it to you to do that."

At those words, Eloise's brow furrowed, she knew Rowson was doing it for herself, however, she would never let him take that risk.

Although she could not forgive Rowson for what he had done to her, in her subconscious Rowson had always been like a brother.

"You can't go, can't you let go of your parents? They're old, what are they going to do if anything happens to you?"

Rowson rubbed Eloise's head and said softly, "Don't worry, I'll be fine, just stay here until I bring back the antidote.

If you need anything, just order the maids outside, there are bodyguards out there to protect you too, but make sure you don't wander off, Eloise this is kind of what I'm begging you for." When he said this, Rowson's tone was full of supplication, and Eloise was at a loss as to what to say in response.

After a lingering glance at Eloise's cheek, Rowson left without a backward glance.

He must bring back the antidote.

Seeing that he was leaving, Eloise went straight after him.

However, before she could run to the door, she was stopped by the bouncer.

No matter how much she screamed, Rowson did not turn around and she could only look at Rowson's figure as it walked further and further away.

Rowson left and called Katerina's number, in an impatient tone, "When am I going to see your boss?"

"Tonight, I'll send you the location of the restaurant."

With those words, Katerina hung up the phone straight away.

A few seconds later, a location was sent to Rowson's phone.

After glancing at the location displayed on it, Rowson flung his phone straight to the side and drove off.

In the evening, a French restaurant.

Rowson had just reached the door when a man in a black suit, looking like a bouncer, approached him and said politely, "It's Mr. Rowson, please follow me."

Rowson put his phone away, gazed at the dark man walking slightly sideways and lifted his foot to follow.

"Mr Bergerian is waiting for you inside."

The bouncer stopped in front of a private room and knocked on the door.

After getting a response from inside, helped Rowson open the door.

Rowson nodded slightly and walked in.

In the private room, there was a tall white man, leaning back on a sofa, his eyes gazing at the person who entered like a hawk.

Rowson was unassuming, with a straight back and a swagger that didn't make him shy away from the stage.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, Bergerian examining Rowson up and down.

After a moment, his face eased a little, he rose and said very warmly, "Mr. Rowson, I've heard a lot about you, please sit down."

Rowson and Bergerian are seated on either side.

The waiter came in at this time to serve the dishes, which were plentiful and all French.

Bergerian explained, "I don't know if Mr. Rowson eats Italian food, but I heard you've been in France, so I asked Katerina to pick a nice French restaurant on purpose." "Have a heart."

Rowson was not flattered by this treatment and remained in the same nonchalant manner.

Bergerian was a little uncomfortable, in his opinion, Rowson should be bending over backwards now that he had something to ask him for.

At this moment, he looks as if he is begging him.

The meaning in his eyes was naturally felt by Rowson, who, after eating a small amount of his appetizer, got straight to the point: "Mr Bergerian, I'm sure you already know what I do for a living.

I'm a doctor and I'm interested in the study of germs and such, and I've heard that you're working on a germ, and perhaps, I can be of some help."

Bergerian raised an eyebrow and pinpointed, "Is Mr. Rowson just interested in germs, not for Eloise?"

Rowson was in no mood for surprise, admitting it outright.

"So you know all about it, then I have nothing to hide; indeed, I'm doing it for Eloise."

After a pause, the expression on his face lightened a little, and a hint of hatred spread under his eyes, "She is the woman I love the most, but Hector tricked her away with fancy words, so I will take her back!" Sympathetic to his plight, Bergerian commented, "Hector is very fond of robbing people."

Rowson smiled and returned to his cloudy demeanour.

Lifting the wine from the table and taking a sip, he said lightly, "I won't let go, I'll do anything for Eloise, so I can cooperate with all your orders."

At that, Bergerian changed his position, a look of interest on his face.

"How do I know if you're lying to me?"

"I have no motive to lie to you, Mr Bergerian, I can help you with Hector if you can heal Eloise.

To be honest, this man Hector is extremely powerful and very difficult to deal with, I have dealt with him and know a few things and I think you should need me."

Rowson said frankly.

Bergerian was half convinced by his words.

Playing with the exquisite goblet in his hand, Bergerian admired, "Mr. Rowson has a real affection for Miss Eloise."

Rowson is a man with brains and ability and he is a must to enlist.

As for whether to treat Eloise or not, he had his own plans.

Eloise was the perfect living experiment of his choice, so naturally he couldn't just let it go.

He collected all his thoughts well and his face was calm.

"I admire Mr. Rowson as a man, and I admire your calmness and courage on terms I can agree to."

Rowson waited quietly, knowing that Bergerian had more to say.

Sure enough, only to hear Bergerian's voice change and add, "But I promised Mr. Rowson, shouldn't Mr. Rowson also give a bit of good faith, after all, the germ in Miss Eloise's body is not so good to be cured." Rowson pondered for a moment and said slowly, "What sincerity?"

Without beating about the bush, Bergerian pulled a clear glass bottle from his pocket and gently waved it in front of Rowson.

"Drink this down."

Seeing Rowson sitting still, Bergerian added, "What, Mr. Rowson doesn't want to?"

Rowson reached out and took the bottle, surveying its contents.

The liquid is transparent and indistinguishable from water.

But Rowson knew that Bergerian was not an easy character.

The man is unpredictable and behaves treacherously, and God knows what strange things are inside.

Maybe, it's a different kind of germ.