Love Comes To Me
Chapter 552: Next time will not be an exception

As a science guy, he thinks in straight lines.

If you like it, then you can chase it. It's a good idea to be close to the water and get the moon first, so you don't have to dream too much.

Rowson sniffed and smiled blandly.

He shook his head, still insisting on his point of view.

"I don't want to take advantage of people, she hasn't fully recovered her memory yet, and if I were to treat her ... any way at this point it would feel mean, and I want her to stay with me willingly."

When he said this, his eyes were full of tenderness, and they glowed with folds of light. Florent froze slightly before patting Rowson on the shoulder and letting out a loud laugh. Rowson looked at him quizzically, "What are you laughing at? Did I say something wrong?"

"No, no, I just think that you're an infatuated saint, you're right, I'm being narrow-minded. You want to live with your wife for the rest of your life, you really need to be honest with each other. You need to be honest with each other, you need to be willing, otherwise, things can go wrong." Florent lamented.

Rowson's heart sank slightly as he listened.

In fact, he himself was worried about this turn of events.

A little bitterness fell from his eyes and he curled his lips in a bitter smile.

For the past three years, Eloise has been known to outsiders only as his wife, and has looked very loving and harmonious.

In reality, however, they were only married in name but not in fact.

He suppressed his feelings and longings and never dared to cross the line.

And he couldn't see what kind of feelings Eloise really had for him.

He always felt that Eloise was looking through him, at another person.

There were times when he could perceive that Eloise subconsciously did not see him as the closest person to her.

Inadvertently, he keeps his distance from him without even realising it.

He saw all this and did not say anything, respecting her wishes.

Yet he was also a normal man, not a true saint.

When faced with the girl you love, your heart will be pounding with desire.

He didn't know how long he could hold back.

Rowson's fingertips grazed slightly at the lips.

He looked into the distance, outlining Eloise little by little in the sky.

His blood slowly became hot, and he longed very much for the day when he could really have her.

In the laboratory, a sudden buzzing sound was raised.

It was Rowson's pocket where the sound originated and the phone vibrated for a while.

Seeing no reaction from Rowson, Florent walked over and reached out and waved his hand in front of Rowson's eyes.

"Rowson, Rowson, the phone's ringing, what are you thinking about, you're so engrossed, answer it."

Florent's cheerful voice brought Rowson back to reality with a start.

His eyes were covered in confusion, and when he reacted, he scrambled to get his phone.

"Hmm? Ah, yes, I'll get that right away."

The corners of his lips could not help but lift upwards when he saw the contact display on his phone.

The crispness in his eyes melted away like a gentle ripple on the calm surface of the lake.

The look couldn't help but surprise Florent, who asked, "Who is it?"

Curling his thin lips slightly, Rowson replied with a light smile, "My wife."

With a slip of the finger, the call was answered.

"Speaking of you, you've arrived, ah, so you guys talk first, my old man will go back first and not bother you."

Florent takes off his clothes and is about to leave.

Rowson nodded and waved goodbye to him.

"Goodbye, you take care."

On the other end, Eloise heard Rowson saying goodbye to someone else, rubbed the nape of her neck and asked shyly, "Rowson, am I interrupting your work?" "No, just got off work."

Rowson shook his head and responded in a soft voice.

As he spoke, he took off his white coat and hung it to one side.

"Ohhhh, that's good." Eloise breathed a sigh of relief.

Mrs Darlington had just been called back to the estate and before she left she was repeatedly told to remember to look for Rowson for dinner. Seeing that it was about time, she rushed to call over to ask about it.

"What can I do for you?"

"Ah, I meant to say that I've brought my girl over here to feed the pigeons in the square, so if you're free, we'll have a meal together?" Eloise's soft voice came out and Rowson's eyes tinged with a little light.

"Sure."

He raised the corners of his mouth and readily agreed.

The two men agreed on a place to meet and ended the call.

After hanging up the phone, Eloise walked towards the little girl.

A pleasant smile lifted the corners of his mouth at the sight before him.

The little girl spreads her feet and runs around in the middle of the square, chasing the white pigeons.

The afterglow of the setting sun scattered on her little pink face, tinting it with a few shades of red.

Wherever the little girl passed, white doves fluttered their wings in the air in shock.

But it didn't take long to settle down again steadily beside her.

A few of the more daring pigeons fell directly into the hands of the little girl.

She also sips her mouth, smiling one way or another, and softly shouts at the white pigeon, "Pigeon pigeon pigeon ..."

And at the other end of the estate, Hector suddenly remembered that some papers had not been brought back from the office.

He thought again and again, and then he was ready to go out again.

I met Solomon on the way downstairs, still dutifully reflecting on the wall.

When they saw him, they looked over blearily.

The look overlapped with Eloise's eyebrows and put him in a trance for a moment.

With a heartbeat, Hector said in a deep voice, "Forget it this time, it won't happen again!"

With that he turned around and headed out.

"Oh yeah!"

A pardon was granted and Solomon's cheers came from behind him.

Hector's lips pursed in amusement as he shook his head and quickened his pace towards the office.

After picking up the papers he rushed back.

Less than thirty minutes before and after, Solomon was gone by the time he stepped into the villa on the estate.

With a slight quiver in his brow, Hector took off his suit jacket and called the butler over.

Sitting on the sofa with his long legs folded casually, Hector closed his eyes slightly and asked the butler, "Where is Solomon?"

The butler, half bent over, thought of Solomon and answered cautiously, "Not long after you left, the son of the family next door came to see the young prince. Asked him out, and the two of them went out with their skateboards." At that, Hector stifled a grunt, and his wide-eyed eyes rippled a little.

The steward thought he was angry, and his heart broke into a cold sweat for Solomon.

He took a handkerchief and shakily wiped the small beads of sweat from his forehead, looked to Hector and said carefully, "The little prince should be in the area of the square. It won't be far, and I've asked Joseph to go along, so it won't be too dangerous."

He went ahead and rounded up for Solomon so that Hector wouldn't have to punish him again.

It is also the nature of children to be playful.

That's why he didn't stop Solomon from going out just now.

The butler surveyed Hector's expression and suggested uneasily, "But if you are unsure, I will have someone fetch the young prince immediately."