Love Comes To Me
Chapter 645: How Much He Really Loves Eloise

Despite Rowson's tongue-tied words, Eloise's eyes were vacant, as if she wasn't even listening.

After describing the prices of the items inside the atlas, he added: "If you don't fancy it, we can also customise it, my personal preference.

What do you think about taking these pictures to give you an idea of the brand focus and see which one fits your requirements better, or how about choosing one company to design two unique rings in the world?" Silence, dead silence.

Eloise just sits there, saying nothing, expressing nothing, like a mannequin.

Watching Rowson's lips open and close, not listening to a word.

There was a sudden sharp pain in the brain, and some fragmented images flashed through the mind.

"Eloise, in this life, you're all I want."

"Hector will always love Eloise."

"Let's get married and I'll give you the biggest wedding ever."

Who is it and who is talking to her?

Eloise desperately tries to remember the man's face, but the memory flashes through her head, not even in pieces. The more she tried to hold on, the less she could.

The headache was getting worse and Eloise clutched her head violently in pain.

Can't think of it, still can't think of it.

Rowson looked startled and said, "Eloise, what's wrong with you?"

Eloise lifts her pale face, her eyes foggy, the confusion and bewilderment in them heartbreaking.

She turned her head and looked at Rowson, but the man's voice came back in her head, if not Rowson, who was he? Rowson was worried and raised his hand to touch her forehead.

"Is it sick, let's go to the hospital and see."

Eloise snapped back to her senses and shook her head weakly, "No, I'm fine."

"How can you be all right when your face is so white, listen, I'm going to drive." Rowson said disapprovingly.

But Eloise was stubborn and said, "I'm not going to the hospital."

Rowson couldn't do anything with her, "Don't play with your body."

Eloise's tone softened a little at her words and said firmly, "It's really fine, I just haven't rested well, nothing else is wrong."

She was so insistent that Rowson couldn't force her and had to say, "Alright then, go and rest, don't do anything today, I'll ask Auntie to make some soup for you tonight." "Hmm." Eloise tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Still Rowson was unsure and did not leave again in the afternoon.

Anything outside is communicated by phone, and every now and then I'll check in on Eloise a bit.

Although his footsteps were light, Eloise was not asleep and naturally knew he had come in, only pretending to be asleep with her eyes closed.

She wished she could remember something more, but no matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she hinted at it in her mind, she couldn't remember anything. Eloise went to sleep with an unhappy heart.

The bedroom was silent at midnight, the girl in the king-size bed curled up with her eyes tightly closed.

Suddenly, her long, slender eyelashes fluttered as if she had dreamed something, and her face looked first bewildered and then anxious.

The next moment she began to move, her right hand waving in the air as if to grab something, but unfortunately it came up short.

An unconscious yelp followed closely by Eloise's eyes opening.

The room was dark and it was still light.

She had just had a dream.

Eloise smoothed out her messy hair and sat up, clasping her hands in her lap.

The pillow was cradled in her arms and her whole body shrunk into a tiny ball.

The dream came back to me clearly.

A tall man is confessing his love for her, promising her that he will take care of her for the rest of her life.

Even in her dreams, Eloise could feel her pounding heart.

She was desperate to see the man's face, but there was always a veil over it and she couldn't see it.

Just want to get a little closer and look closer.

But when she moved, the man stepped back.

Eloise couldn't catch up and ran anxiously, and as she ran, the man disappeared.

One thing she clearly knew was that the man who gave her the promise was not Rowson, but rather looked a little like Hector.

She was startled at how she thought of Hector.

The thought came to her mind so subconsciously that she could not allow herself to think about it.

Eloise tries to fall asleep and dream again, but unfortunately she loses sleep.

Trying very hard to fall asleep, he closed his eyes, and after a few minutes, opened them again.

Unease and confusion almost taking over her entire heart, Eloise simply got up and got out of bed, walking around the room in her bare feet.

She scratched her hair into a mess and that anxious look appeared on her face again.

After ten minutes or so, Eloise sat down at the computer table and turned it on.

As she waited for the machine to turn on, she sat quietly in her chair, the blue light of the computer reflecting her face with a little more mystery and seriousness. Holding the mouse, she typed Hector and her name into the Baidu search and soon a row of results popped up on the screen.

Eloise's eyes widened slightly in disbelief as she looked at the one news item.

What with Mr Hector forcing the salvage team to work day and night and the Rogers Group boss losing his beloved wife.

Or will put everything in the company on hold, what with Hector getting drunk again and again and Hector looking for a young wife all over the internet and all that ... Is this the Hector?

It's amazing how big things got back then!

She even began to wonder if Hector's Eloise was the same person as herself.

Why else would she know nothing about something so big.

Eloise tapped her head, looking bewildered, she couldn't really remember anything.

But Hector's search for his wife made her eyes water.

Behind every news item is Hector's unspeakable love for that Eloise, I guess.

How much does he love Eloise?

It's a strange question, but Eloise doesn't know what to say, after all, she doesn't remember any of that.

Her head started to hurt again.

Eloise touched the mouse and clicked off.

She drifted to bed like a ghost, but unfortunately tossed and turned, never able to fall asleep.

And so it went on with eyes open until dawn.

US Group at this time.

In the office, Hector has a mobile phone in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

He was already a little drunk and his face showed a vulnerability that was absolutely impossible to see during the day. "Eloise, why don't you come back?"

Hector's fingers rubbed Eloise's face on the screen, a mixture of love and pain in his eyes.

Once he thought that the greatest pain in life was the separation of the yin and the yang.

In fact, so is seeking and not getting.

Hector looked on, his eyes abruptly red.

His whole heart, all his senses, were all Eloise and nothing else.

Little by little, the phone flipped upwards, all with pictures of Eloise.