Love Comes To Me
Chapter 472: The lack of a little granddaughter

The car drove up to the Rogers family villa and stopped at the entrance.

Solomon tried the same trick again and tried to get Eloise to hug him, but instead he reached out and fell into an even wider embrace. Solomon squirmed and was reluctantly carried home by Hector.

It is customary for the Rogers family to sit and chat together after a meal, and today was no exception.

"The Solomon game I seem to remember is about to start, what day is it exactly?" Rupert enquired with a smile.

Mrs Matriarch gave him an annoyed look, "How are you going to be an uncle after two days?"

"Oops, look at my memory, go Solomon, come on, I'll be there to cheer you on and you'll get a title to show your uncle." Rupert winked at Solomon.

"It's fine if we win the championship or not, the bottom is still my grandson." Mr Fletcher said dominantly.

Rupert shrugged, somewhat helplessly.

Solomon responded crisply, "Grandpa, my goal is to win the championship."

The family froze for a moment and all burst out laughing.

Among them, Rupert laughed the most. This little guy, with his quirky personality, will grow up to be even more difficult to deal with than his father, as expected of his brother's son. Eloise took Solomon into her arms and gave him a kiss, quipping, "You're great baby."

Solomon, a little shy at the compliment from his mummy, nuzzled Eloise's neck and extended an invitation, "Mummy, will you come and watch me play?"

"Of course." Eloise said without hesitation, "My baby has a rare race, how can Mummy miss it, and your Daddy has to be there."

With that, he went to look at Hector with a threatening look in his eyes: you can't say no, the sky's the limit, or I'll make you look good if you let my baby down.

Hector was amused that his son was on the same side as his wife and he had become an outsider, but he was happy to do so. Meeting Solomon's expectant little eyes, Hector's tone softened for the first time, "I'll be there." Solomon let out a wow and was immediately overjoyed and didn't know what to do, giving Eloise a few random kisses on the cheek before climbing back on top of Hector and baring a hard slobber stamp.

Hector wrapped his arms around his small, limp body to prevent him from falling, his eyes full of laughter.

Rupert's eyes were red with jealousy and he yelled at Solomon, "Uncle wants a kiss too, come over here and give him a kiss."

Solomon stomped over on his short legs, complied with his request and gave his grandparents a kiss on the cheek before returning to nestle in Eloise's arms.

Mrs Matriarch laughed, "We don't need anything more than a little granddaughter, Eloise, Hector, when will you grant me that wish?"

Eloise's face flushed abruptly, her eyes flickered and she lowered her head.

Hector was perfectly composed, just the slightest curve of his mouth, his deep eyes gazing at Eloise, his eyes full of love to overflowing.

In the blink of an eye, two days have passed.

It was the day of the Solomon race and the family all turned out in two cars.

Solomon and Eloise and Hector were in the front, with Mrs Matriarch and Mr FletcherRupert in the back car, making their way towards the playing field in great numbers.

On the way, Eloise was chatting with Solomon, laughing and joking, without any tension, and Hector's cold, hard face could not help but soften.

The competition is national in nature and is very large, and the instructors invited are masters of the Calligraphy Association.

There were three divisions - kids, juniors and adults - and three arenas, but they were all next to each other, with Solomon naturally in the kids' division.

After entering the arena, the staff will give the players a number plate and they will meet backstage before the match with the number plate, those who come with them will have to sit in the audience below and watch. Eloise had been looking at the stage so nervously, her palms were sweating, more nervous than if she had entered the competition herself.

A large hand suddenly reached out and took hers.

"Nervous?" Hector's low, mellow voice rang in his ears.

Eloise looked at him, "Aren't you nervous?"

Hector smiles, "No nerves, it doesn't matter if he wins the award or not."

Naturally Eloise is not worried that Solomon won't get the award, she is, she just ... oops, she couldn't say anyway, probably a strange mentality as a parent.

"Don't be nervous, just watch." Hector soothed, and Eloise listened to his subdued voice and magically calmed down.

Just then the players came out one by one and Solomon was among them and Eloise was thrilled, "I see Solomon, there he is."

At the start of the competition, all the contestants took their seats and wrote their assigned characters according to the rules, and Solomon stood out in the crowd with his brush in his hand, his back straight, his strokes serious and a little casual. The photographer couldn't help but give him a few more shots.

The judges looked over each piece with smiles on their faces. In fact, the children's group was too young and the brush writing was a test of wrist strength, so they basically didn't have much hope, as long as they could select relatively good pieces.

However, when they saw a pair of works, their expressions became serious, simply because it was so well written, with a very skillful and strong brush stroke, that even if they were to compare it with the youth group, they would not lose. The judges all gathered around to admire the piece, exchanging whispers and finally unanimously deciding that this, the winner, was the piece.

Once the rankings were determined, the MC started announcing and the winner was put last and when Solomon's name was read out, everyone was craning their necks to get a glimpse of the winner.

Solomon walked to the front of the stage with tiny steps, falling into place.

He is the youngest in the children's group, but he is cute and delicate, and today he wore a little suit, he was so cute that there was an audible gasp from the stage, and even the MC was so cute that his heart trembled.

It would have been fine to go up on stage and just receive the award, but the presenter couldn't resist and knelt down to interview the young champion.

"Solomon Bay, can I ask how you managed to write so well at such a young age?" The presenter smiled like a weird aunt.

Solomon said cutely, "Because I have been studying with my teacher for a long time and she is very strict."

"So cute, can I hold you?" The presenter took the opportunity to use his power for personal gain.

Solomon thought seriously about it and reluctantly said, "Yes, it's okay to hug."

The presenter hugged it up happily and didn't want to let go for a long time, and said to the stage in a quirky way, "Such a great kid, I want to steal him back." Solomon immediately took a step back and looked at her warily, prompting a good-natured chuckle from the stage.