Love Comes To Me
Chapter 652: You can shout out if it hurts

Eloise blushed slightly as the man's warm palms rubbed against the delicate skin.

Fidgeting in mid-air, her long, slender legs reacted violently.

Hector's brow furrowed slightly and he lowered his eyes to look at her.

A moment later, a low, powerful voice reached Eloise's eardrums.

"Don't move, hide, then move, I'm not responsible if everyone sees you."

There were many eyes and ears at the party, and some people had already noticed the commotion and were looking sideways, rather interestedly. Surprise was written all over Hector's face at the sight of him holding a woman in his arms.

But in this moment's pose, Eloise's face is actually obscured.

Those who are not familiar with her may not recognise the person in Hector's arms as her.

At these words, Eloise gasped.

If you don't want to be seen, why not put her down?

The mind is huffing and puffing, but the body has stopped struggling.

She buried her face in a panic and pressed it against the front of his toned chest.

The man's crisp, fresh breath lingered and Eloise clearly heard a strong heartbeat.

For a moment there was some confusion as to whether it was his or his own.

Exasperated by the man's dominance, Eloise gritted her teeth in hatred and said, "You're being unreasonable!"

"Well, I don't make sense."

Hector's mouth rippled into a light smile as he listened to her soft and somewhat fierce words.

The warm voice slid down, tickling at the tip of the heart, and there was a hint of pampering in the tone when you listened carefully.

Eloise was speechless, feeling Hector lead her steadily away towards the field.

One step at a time, time seems to be silent.

The noisy banquet hall seemed to have suddenly pressed the stop button.

Eloise didn't dare look up, gripping the corner of Hector's coat in one fluid movement.

Buried in his arms and holding his breath, he dared not imagine what the reaction of the people outside was.

After a long time, Eloise heard the sound of a car door being opened.

She was gently settled into the back seat of the car by Hector.

Inside the car, the dim light reflects Eloise's white face.

She raised her eyes and looked into Hector's dark eyes.

Her lips twitched slightly and she was about to accuse him of what he had just done, when Hector lowered his head and lifted her long skirt upwards.

A large palm covered her calf, fingers warm.

"What are you doing?"

Eloise's body stood up in sweat and she let out a startled cry, subconsciously shrinking back.

Hector looked up and saw her panicked look, flicked her forehead and sighed.

"The wound is quite deep, wait here while I get the medicine."

With that he turned and went out, and as soon as he left, Eloise immediately sighed with relief.

She tilted her head slightly to look out the window at the night scene, her face flushed for a long time.

In a few moments, Hector returned with a medical kit, which he had also borrowed from somewhere.

The space inside the car was quite large, but at the moment, seeing Hector crouched down in front of her, Eloise felt so violently small that she couldn't breathe a little better. Hector expertly opened the medical kit and took out antiseptic water and cotton swabs from it.

The man's strong palms once again wandered to the top of his calves and the gown was lifted up his thighs.

Pale skin was exposed to the air and wounds from broken glass appeared.

Hector's brow tightened for a moment, and a look of heartache passed through his eyes.

His fingers rubbed slightly around the wound, a slight roughness in his palm that seemed to cut against the delicate skin.

The movements were subtle, gentle, and the slightest of tingling sensations reached Eloise's heart where her fingers hit, and she drew in a sudden breath.

Thinking that the wound was hurting her, Hector's eyes changed slightly and he looked up to ask her, "Does it hurt?"

The expression is stony.

Eloise blushed and shook her head, "No."

Mentally, she was glad that the lighting was tinged with warm tones and that her blush would not appear obvious. Hector said softly, "You can shout if it hurts, I'll be gentle."

He dropped to one knee and grabbed her injured leg with one hand.

Like holding some golden object with care.

And then, holding up a cotton swab, he carefully applied it to her wound.

The movement is indeed light, like a feather floating by.

Hector's eyes looked intently at her wound, his brow furrowed slightly as if he were the one in pain.

Eloise froze for a moment as she watched the man's natural and thoughtful gesture.

The light struck the side of Hector's face, a warm yellow light gilding his features as he carefully wiped the wound. Eloise's eyes suddenly averted, her eyes couldn't help but get misty and her heart tickled slightly.

The whole car park was silent and no one could be seen.

The car door was half open, but the ambiguous. The ambiguous aura permeated much of it and did not dissipate. Hector looked up as he changed the swab and saw Eloise staring at him blankly, and laughed softly in good humour. Eloise was embarrassed to realise that she had just looked at Hector in disbelief.

"I'll do it myself."

She blushed in embarrassment and went to grab the object from Hector's hand, which he easily dodged.

Eyes shifting down slightly, Hector's throat rolled and he said in a mute voice, "Move again and your skirt will go. Naked."

Fingertips pressed against the corner of her skirt and pulled it down.

The atmosphere instantly rose a few temperatures.

Eloise looked down, gasped, and then dared not move again.

Dutifully, she sat back and let Hector finish administering her medicine.

The backs of the ears are tinged with a suspicious red colour.

It was a long time before Hector closed the medical kit and said to her, "There."

"I'll go back first then."

Eloise, relieved, rises sharply and tries to escape from this ambiguous place. The ambiguous place.

Forgetting for a moment that this was a car, the moment he got up, he hit the roof of the car.

Yet there was no imagined pain as Hector's hand nursed her head.

"You, you're all right."

Eloise scrambled to check Hector's hand.

Hiding his red-tinted hand behind his back from her, Hector shook his head and said in a faint voice, "It's okay." And then his eyes fell on her face, "Are you afraid of me?"

"No."

Eloise snapped at the question and lowered her eyes to shake her head.

It was hard to watch Hector's hurt face.

"Then why do you keep avoiding me?"

Eloise's guilt increased as she listened to the downcast and helpless voice.

"Forget it, I'll take you back."

Hector laughed bitterly and said he was going down.

Eloise suddenly looked up and called out to him, "Don't go back, can you go for a ride with me?"

A radiant light flashed abruptly under Hector's clear black eyes as he surveyed her demeanour.

He seemed to be discerning whether what he had heard was true.

Uncomfortable by his searching gaze, Eloise rubbed her neck and explained lustily, "I've been a bit bored lately and wanted to go out for a walk." Hector's lips curled slightly as he gazed at her tenderly.

"Good."

He could accompany her wherever she wanted to go.

The black car cuts a clear path through the night.

The car drove all the way to the banks of the Seine.