Love Comes To Me
Chapter 900: Burning the Herbs

The night seemed extraordinarily short, and Eloise took it upon herself to pack Hector's bags and do almost everything for him.

Hector looked at her busy figure with both reluctance and distress, "Don't be busy, I'll just clean up after myself later."

Eloise's back stiffened slightly before she pulled a shirt out of the wardrobe and turned her head, "I'd be happy to help you pack, wouldn't I?" As she spoke, she saw Hector raise an eyebrow and smile.

"What's so funny?" Eloise was a little puzzled.

Hector then had a smile on his lips, "I am happy that my wife is so virtuous, what a treasure I have found."

"Greasy ... mouth," Eloise said, exhaling and falling silent.

"What's wrong?" Hector saw that she was in a slightly depressed mood and reached out to pinch her cheek.

Eloise looked at the face close at hand and murmured, "You must be well when you get to Italy, I, and the baby, are waiting for you."

Hector leaned down to gaze at her, his warm, dry fingers caressing the top of her head, his long, lingering breath spraying her face.

"I will, don't worry." Hector scooped up the small woman in front of him in a horizontal embrace, striding over to the bed and gently laying her down on it.

Outside the window, the moon is clear and the wind is clear, and inside the room, only the sound of two breaths is intertwined. The sound of two breaths entwined. The next day, Hector left early and boarded a flight directly to Italy.

By the time Eloise woke up again, her side was long gone, and looking over the side of the bed, she wondered what she was feeling inside.

It was as if a piece was empty, vacant and unsettled.

She froze and reluctantly buried her head under the covers, sniffing the scent that belonged to the man as if he were still around.

So, Hector's departure would make her so uncomfortable?

It wasn't until he left that it suddenly dawned on me that I had long ago seen him as more important than I thought.

On the other hand, after a flight of more than ten hours, Hector and his group, arrived at the airport in Italy.

Hector brought few people with him, and he looked sharp and dashing in a black trench coat.

On either side were the bodyguards who accompanied him, and the man who followed him closely was Thomas.

And just a short distance away, someone had come over early to prepare for the pick-up.

As the two sides drew closer, it wasn't long before Hector caught sight of Arlice.

Arlice also arrived today, just a few hours before Hector, who had to show good faith and had to wait here early.

His main mission this time was to deliver herbs over to Hector.

After some pleasantries, Hector and Arlice got into the same car.

They still have quite a few things to communicate.

Arlice and Hector sit together in the back row, and Arlice looks over at the man next to him with a natural aura that one wouldn't dare to overstep. He actually felt a little nervous and collected himself before speaking up and asking, "Mr Hector, I wonder where you plan to put all those herbs?" Hector looked up at Arlice, his eyes dark, his thin lips lightly parted, "Don't worry about that, I'll get someone to take care of it."

Arlice was relieved to see Hector say so.

After all, they are now in the same boat.

When Arlice had gone, Hector then explained to Thomas in the front seat, "How's the warehouse you were told to prepare? The herbs are stored there for now." "Prince, don't worry, it's always available, I'll arrange for someone to store the herbs now."

Thomas has always been efficient, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to stay with Hector for so many years.

After confirming that the warehouse was OK, Hector called Pierce's number, "Hello Mr Pierce, I have now arrived in Italy."

Pierce gave a somewhat exaggerated "Oh" and added, "Really? Then as your host, I'll be sure to treat you well tonight."

"You're welcome." Hector's long, slender legs were folded in a breezy gesture.

"By the way, Mr Hector, there's someone else I'm bringing you to meet tonight, it's going to be a real hoot, it's really something to look forward to." Another person?

Hector's lips curled in a faint curve, "Okay."

A black Maybach then pulled up in front of a luxury hotel.

The Hotel Langen is also a six-star hotel in Italy, and Thomas booked the Presidential Suite.

Hector arrived at the room and, after a brief respite, called Killers to come over.

After hanging up the phone, he sat down carelessly on a reclining chair by the window, took out a cigarette and puffed on it, the wisps of greenish-white smoke obscuring his handsome brow.

It took about twenty minutes for the Killers to arrive.

It was Thomas who opened the door for her.

She walked into the living room, said hello to Thomas and unscrewed the bedroom door straight away.

Seeing the figure at the window, her exquisitely made-up cheeks floated into a few smiles, her eyes enchanting and seductive. Her voluptuous figure was accentuated in a wrap-around skirt that reached just to her thighs. Her body was like a water snake, half leaning on the edge of Hector's seat, blinking her seductive eyes and exhaling, "Why, you called me over as soon as you arrived in Italy, did you miss me?"

The beauty was hot, but Hector's face remained unchanged as he gave Killers a sidelong glance and rose blandly, propping his elbows on the edge of the window, "I have a favour to ask of you."

At those words, the woman's charming smile froze for a moment, and she grunted, her body standing upright as she couldn't help but bristle, "You've made me so good at it every time, what if I don't help?"

Killers has always been a godsend as the head of the Gothamless Clan, who would have thought she would look like this in front of Hector?

She had thought that if she had said that, Hector would have said a couple of nice things anyhow.

Who would have thought that Hector's face would not even show an expression of reluctance as he said, without hesitation, "Then forget it."

He was clean without the slightest gesture of begging at all.

Killers bit down on a sweet red lip, her eyes staring a little sulkily at the side of Hector's charming face.

And his chest rose and fell violently, barely able to get through to this Hector man!

The man never plays by the rules, and this time was no exception.

Killers sighed, resigned to compromise, "Go ahead, what's the favour?"

It was a little curious for Killers to have Hector approach her personally.

"There will be a herb trade at Warehouse 38, South Camp Road tonight, are you sure you can burn the herbs before the other side moves on?" Hector said, snuffing out another cigarette that he had just smoked, the spark going out abruptly.