Love Comes To Me
Chapter 227: But I don't want to be your son

The sound of a goddaughter made several people look different.

Eloise Thompson looked back at Hector Rogers subconsciously and found his face extremely gloomy.

Hector Rogers respects Matriarch Rogers as his mother and is not in a position to disrespect her in public, so he just sits there with a cold face. Synnove Fare was the only one among several people who breathed a huge sigh of relief.

It turns out that she is a goddaughter, otherwise a good-looking girl like Eloise Thompson would have had a problem with Hector Rogers. The four men were silent, each with his own thoughts, and the scene was deadly silent for a long time.

Matriarch Rogers was quick to ask, "Miss Eloise, if you don't mind my asking, will you be my goddaughter?"

The dryness in Eloise Thompson's eyes, the tightly pursed lips and the gradual loss of blood from her face.

In his ear Matriarch Rogers still rambles on, "I've just had two sons, just one more daughter ..."

Eloise Thompson never responded, her mind went blank.

She was not stupid; Matriarch Rogers had said and done this to cut her off for good.

Moreover, Matriarch Rogers is so good that he clearly doesn't like her, yet he reluctantly accepts her as his goddaughter in order to break off their relationship. How was she supposed to respond to such an occasion?

Miss Eloise, you are lucky to have an aunt who likes you," said Synnove Fare, who was not sure what to make of Eloise Thompson's hesitation to say yes.

Eloise Thompson was forced to speak with difficulty as she was persuaded to do so, and only when a word popped out with difficulty was her hand pulled through by Hector Rogers. She lifted her head and looked over in bewilderment.

Hector Rogers, who could no longer hold back, pulled her up with a cold face, "Mom, I'm sorry, we've had enough, we have things to do, we'll go first."

Just as he passed Matriarch Rogers, he lowered his voice and said, "Mom, I respect you, but I also wish you would stop in moderation. Stop doing things that are so forced on people." The sound was so low that only the two of them heard it, and he didn't want to embarrass Matriarch Rogers in public.

It was only after exiting that depressing environment that the two got into the car that Hector Rogers suddenly apologised.

"I'm sorry, I hope you don't blame her."

It was his mother, after all, and Hector Rogers did not want to see Eloise Thompson at odds with her before she had even crossed the threshold.

Eloise Thompson smiled bitterly, a mother who is all for the good of her children.

Ever understanding, she said, "If you were my son, and a woman tried to approach you, I would certainly have thwarted it in every way."

Seeing that she really didn't take it personally, Hector Rogers' steely facial features softened a little.

He lowered his head slightly and breathed into her ear, saying with great ambiguity, "But I don't want to be your son."

Eloise Thompson blushed, she was just using a metaphor, why did it sound like flirting when it came out of his mouth?

Flirtation aside, Hector Rogers looked serious as he thought about what had just happened: "I'll deal with this later, don't worry."

Eloise Thompson smiled, naturally she believed him.

Seeing her smile unfold and her face no longer clouded with gloom, Hector Rogers made her look him in the eye, "Let me ask you, what was it you were trying to say was mine?" Eloise Thompson froze, reacted as an afterthought, flushed and turned her face slightly sideways.

She was embarrassed to say that she had thought she could avoid it, but Hector Rogers wouldn't let her go.

He squared her shoulders and looked straight into her shy eyes.

Seeing how insistent he was, Eloise Thompson said quickly and in a low voice, "Girlfriend."

In fact, Hector Rogers heard her clearly, and for some reason looked at her so embarrassed and coy, with a smile in his eyes, and pressed the question once more.

Eloise Thompson didn't notice the hint of anticipation and bad humour in his eyes and squirmed for half a day, doing an extremely long mental battle before amplifying her voice a little, "I said, I'm your girlfriend." For some reason, Eloise Thompson was particularly seductive at that moment, and Hector Rogers couldn't resist for a moment, lowering his head slightly and kissing her on the lips.

Her lips, which were as watery as a peach.

Hector Rogers nibbled tentatively and slowly, and when he got a response from her, he got more and more indulgent.

For a moment, the air in the car was hot and his hands, in fact, could not stop rubbing up against her back.

Eloise Thompson's brain snapped to attention with a buzz.

With a red face, she reminded quietly, "There are people in the car."

Today they were transported by Thomas Ward, their assistant, and Eloise Thompson was afraid to disturb them when she saw Thomas Ward tense up.

Unfazed, Hector Rogers spoke to her in a low and gentle voice, "Do you think Thomas Ward saw that?"

"What?"

Eloise Thompson froze, what did he mean by that?

He then coughed lightly and asked Thomas Ward, who was sitting in front of him, "Thomas Ward, tell me, what did you just see and hear?"

Thomas Ward's body stiffened and a cold breath seemed to strike his neck, he dared not hesitate and said, "Huh? What just happened? I don't know anything!" Eloise Thompson was amused and stopped dwelling on the issue.

She insisted that Hector Rogers give her a lift back to the office.

A good lunch, which should have been cosy, went yellow.

Hector Rogers, naturally, was not happy and came back in the evening to pick up Eloise Thompson who was off duty.

After dinner, drove straight to her house.

Eloise Thompson followed his side, always feeling that something was about to happen.

Damn, she was vaguely expecting something.

The scene of the two kissing at noon kept coming back to her eyes and she shook her head in chagrin, trying to push the images away.

Her movement drew a glance back from Hector Rogers, and with her flushed face and the heat in her palms, it was not difficult for him to guess what she was thinking. They entered one after the other and the door had only just closed when he pinned her directly against the wall.

Eloise Thompson subconsciously dwarfed herself and was able to escape from his confines with ease.

Hector Rogers was not expecting to be dodged by her and was momentarily stunned.

But a moment later, he moved his long legs over and the two men, who were so big, were not ashamed to play a little game of "chase me" like children.

Eloise Thompson ran around the sofa a few times, really running out of steam, and threw up her hands in surrender: "Give me a break."

But Hector Rogers didn't stop, and when he came after her, he jumped on top of her.

Seeing that the two, were about to come into close contact with the ground, Hector Rogers gave a slight push and brought her down on the sofa.

Eloise Thompson's eyes widened as she was pinned solidly underneath him.

The man's strong scent, pulsating, put Eloise Thompson in a bit of a trance.

By the time she came back to her senses, her lips had been bitten by him.

Hector Rogers' kissing skills are becoming more and more refined, and she can hardly bring herself to sink into it.