Love Comes To Me

By the time the two paramedics arrived with the security guards, Rowson and Hector were in the middle of a fight.

Rowson gradually lost his edge and his stamina waned a little.

The movements of the hands were also a few degrees slower and a little less powerful.

Hector seized the opportunity and threw a punch to the face, but was pulled back by a security guard who arrived just in time.

I heard the guard say, "Let's talk about everything! This is a hospital, the patient is undergoing surgery, what kind of fight are you having here? If it affects the doctor, can you bear the consequences of that?" The scarlet in Hector's eyes fades a little at the mention of the patient inside, also known as Eloise.

He sneered, looking at Rowson with a look of ruthlessness and indifference.

It seems to be a demon from hell, eerie and unpredictable, sending chills down the spine.

Rowson was pulled into a chair on the other side by one of the guards and sat down, taking in that look from Hector.

His mind jolted as panic and fear spread through him.

He didn't even dare to recall the look in Hector's eyes just now, only because they were so full of frost that he was genuinely shocked.

Hector sat on the bench with his head down, not saying a word as he looked exceptionally quiet.

As the minutes ticked by, Rowson looked flustered and overwhelmed, wandering back and forth in the hospital corridors.

Hector just looked in the direction of the operating theatre with pale scarlet eyes.

Suddenly the lights that were on above the resuscitation room went out and the door to the emergency room was opened and a doctor in a blue mask and white coat came out.

In silence, the two men stepped forward quickly and asked at the same time, "How is Eloise doing?"

The doctor unclipped his mask and, with a tired look on his face, replied, "The patient is temporarily out of danger, but he is seriously injured and will not be able to revive for a while."

At these words the hearts they had been carrying finally fell and they breathed a long sigh of relief.

Rowson blushed better and, out of good housekeeping, said politely, "Hard work doctor!"

The doctor shook his head; it was his job to save lives.

"You will have to go to the ground floor to register and pay your fees after you have dealt with the patient next."

Having said that, the doctor turned and walked into the ward.

In the empty corridors of the hospital, Hector and Rowson were once again the only two people left.

Rowson gave Hector a mocking smile and said, "Mr Hector, you'd better take care of the people under your command and not touch anyone.

Hector tugged at his tie as he listened, naturally understanding the reminder in Rowson's words.

The smile on his face was warmless and he said coldly, "I know, I don't need you to remind me."

With that he took a step and left the hospital at a brisk pace.

Rowson watched Hector's back as he left, and a snicker grew in him.

This time without Hector, then he is the first person Eloise wakes up to.

He is also the one who has been quietly looking after her.

From start to finish, it was all about him, Rowson.

...

Although, Hector is now also very worried about Eloise's situation, the immediate priority is to deal with the bold man. Also known as Marian.

Hector narrowed his eyes slightly at the thought of what Marian had done.

The eyes seemed to be dipped in ice and the thin lips were pursed.

Hector has never been merciful to traitors.

will show her what it means to be worse than death.

He stepped on the accelerator and the car sped off with it to a nondescript building.

Hector stepped into the lift, entered his fingerprint code with the numerical code and opened to the ground floor.

Before she could approach, she heard Marian's voice begging for mercy coming from inside.

"Wouldn't it be too cheap to kill you like that."

A cold voice rang out suddenly.

Marian lifted her heavy eyelids to see Hector, still as handsome as a god, standing a short distance away, looking at her coldly. She suddenly shivered.

It was a face that she had feared to her bones.

"Prince, spare me, please." Marian begged with snot and tears.

Creeping to Hector's feet like a dog.

Hector was unmoved and spat a few words almost between his teeth, "You know, I hate traitors."

He thought she would be clever, but she let him down.

Knowing his taboos, he went ahead and stepped on them.

Hector smiled coldly, since she liked that, let's make it happen.

Feeling the chill on Hector's body, Marian's hands and feet chilled as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

Yes, Hector is a man who can't stand it when those around him betray him.

What she did was enough for Hector to get her killed a thousand times over.

It was left until now, but only because, he did not want her to die so easily.

The tall, erect figure disappeared into the darkened room and Marian sat down paralyzed.

No sooner had he left, though, than he received another message.

Marian escaped.

Hector frowned, his breath abruptly turning cold around him.

Turned around and went back.

Hector, who is back in the basement, has a completely different aura at this point.

This powerful pressure caused some of the people present to be overwhelmed.

Hall did not want to involve others in his actions and cause them to suffer undue hardship by coming forward and admitting it. "Prince, I was the one who put Marian out there, no one else."

Hector held Hall's eyes for a long time and then smiled.

But the smile was full of coldness, and the black leather shoes made a "thud" sound on the ground.

Like the footsteps of the devil's arrival.

Hector suddenly reached out and punched Hall in the stomach, the action fast and hard, with no thought of mercy.

Hall narrowly missed his footing and took several steps back before he could barely stand.

Blood flowed from his mouth and his face turned pale instantly.

Not a word was said, and there was no intention to plead for himself.

The atmosphere in the basement became more tense and quiet, and even the air seemed to carry an air of danger.

The crowd only dared to glance at the situation, but none of them dared to step forward to stop Hector.

Everyone is well aware of Hector's character and says one thing or another.

There is no room for sand in his eyes and he hates those who betray him the most.

Now Hall is sort of up against the gun and no one dares to pull.

Otherwise, the gun would have to be placed against them.

Hector's face didn't change as he struck another vicious blow.

Hall's body shuddered and collapsed.

He looked down at Hall with a condescending look and a chill in his voice, "I'm giving you a chance, you volunteer or you're forced."

Hall smiled bitterly and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "It was Hall by choice, nothing to do with Marian."

Hector raised an eyebrow, a grim and ghastly expression on his face.

Speaking at ease, he said, "You have been with me for so many years, you are aware of how I treat traitors."

Hall is scared but not sorry.

He closed his eyes and replied, "I know."