Love Comes To Me
Chapter 582: We go back to France tomorrow

Mrs Matriarch nodded at her words.

To the side, Aisly held a glass of water and fed Solomon a sip to wet his throat, which Solomon took and continued to whimper.

Solomon's eyes had been swollen with tears since he got home and his voice was hoarse now, which was heartbreaking for Aisly.

She gently pats Solomon's back and softly coaxes him.

Solomon apparently howled for a while and got tired of crying.

This would be eyes half-closed and confused, mistaking Aisly for Eloise.

Tugging her hand to death, he stammered his lips, "Mummy, don't leave Solomon."

Aisly responded patiently, "No, Mummy won't not want Solomon ..."

Seeing the drowsy look on Solomon's face, Aisly turned to the few people behind her and said, "I'll sleep with Solomon tonight, he's insecure right now." Mrs Matriarch nodded and said, somewhat guiltily, "That's OK, Aisly, sorry, I'm all sorts of sorry for you today."

"It's nothing, I can understand that."

Aisly shook her head and replied gently and very understandingly.

My eyes fell on the window, looking at a night sky, and a little ripple in my eyes.

She wasn't angry that Eloise's presence had stolen the glow of the dinner tonight.

On the contrary, there was great joy that Miss Eloise was still alive.

This way, the Rogers family is truly complete and it's time to fill that hole that has been covered up ...

On the other hand, the atmosphere at the hotel where Eloise is staying is also very delicate.

After their hasty departure from the party, they rushed back to the hotel.

"Eloise, let's go back to France tomorrow."

Rowson spoke to her, his face not looking very good.

When he came out of the party, he was as distracted as a frightened moose.

Eloise thought for a moment and nodded her head in agreement, "Well, as you wish."

This time, the three are busy packing their bags.

The room was silent, except for the sound of the fabrics of the clothes rubbing against each other, which seemed loud in the stillness of the night. Rowson's eyes were slightly downcast, his mind not even on folding clothes.

The scene at the banquet flashed through his mind over and over again, the vague unease that was magnified to the extreme.

It was like a vine growing, spreading rapidly through his heart, strangling him to the point of breathlessness.

The three years he spent with Eloise always felt like he had stolen them.

He tries to help Eloise recover her memories while being terrified that she will actually do so and meet someone from her past.

Today, this fantasy is happening before his eyes.

His first reaction was fear, and his heart was about to burst through his throat in a cold sweat when he saw Hector and Solomon rushing towards him.

In that moment, he was terrified that Eloise would leave with them.

He was afraid that Eloise would leave him behind, so he became irritated.

No longer able to maintain a courteous demeanour, he could not wait to take her away from the party.

He thought he could take on Eloise's past, and at the moment, he realises how foolish he was in the past.

Previously they had thought that Eloise had been abandoned by her husband, except that it had never occurred to them that perhaps her husband was still waiting for her to return. Meeting Hector tonight, Rowson understood that his previous perceptions had been off.

You can tell just by looking at the eyes that the man is still madly in love with Eloise.

He was beginning to regret bringing Eloise to this country.

If she hadn't come, she wouldn't have met the family tonight.

This opportunity might have cost him Eloise for good.

Rowson's fingers were slightly hard, on the verge of twisting the shirt in his hands into a ball.

Eloise jerked the clothes out of his hands before Rowson snapped back to attention.

Knowing he'd lost his temper, Rowson pressed his brow and told her, "Sorry, I'll go wash my face."

With that, he took a step towards the bathroom.

Not long after, the sound of water came from the bathroom.

Eloise withdrew her gaze, her good-looking brow furrowed.

She pursed her lips and a slight shadow fell over her eyes.

Inwardly, she had not calmed down until now, and she was also thinking back to the scene at the party.

The faces of Hector and Solomon came to mind as a strange feeling surfaced in my eyes.

She couldn't help but be a little confused, could she really be his wife, as the man had said?

And the little boy, was he her son?

And what about Rowson?

Sweety was off to the side, watching Eloise's expression, her big eyes blinking and blinking, showing a bit of timidity.

She could more or less sense that her mummy and daddy were a bit perverse tonight, so she was unusually well behaved too.

Sweety sat to one side, carefully pulling out her clothes and handing them to Eloise, not daring to speak either.

Eloise folds her clothes somewhat mechanically as she is dazed.

Rowson emerged from the bathroom at this point, his expression already sorted.

He sat down next to the mother and son and spoke up to break the eerie atmosphere.

"Eloise, is there anything you want to ask me?" He asked softly.

When he looks at Eloise, his eyes are devoured with tenderness.

Eloise sniffed and slowly lifted her eyes to look at Rowson.

Instead of answering, she asked Rowson rhetorically, "What about you, is there anything you want to say to me?"

Eloise looked at Rowson, not knowing where to start and not sure of her question.

Rowson has no answer and simply let him speak for himself.

Looking into her clear eyes, Rowson's eyes twitched slightly.

He stepped forward and suddenly embraced Eloise with such force that it was as if he wanted to rub her into the marrow of his bones.

The person in his arms suddenly stiffened in place, and it was only after a moment that he gently rested on his shoulder, as if to comfort him.

Half a dozen times, Eloise's voice reached her ears, "You can not talk about it now if you don't want to, it's okay."

A little sadness coloured Rowson's brow as he said in a deep voice, "Eloise, whatever I do, remember that I am the most important person around you." Rowson's fingers twitched and selfishness made him resist playing the emotional card to Eloise.

Eloise froze, the hand on Rowson's arm dropping slowly.

She dropped her head and didn't say anything, just nodded gently.

The kindness shown to her by the Darlington family during these three years is still fresh in her mind.

So faced with a flustered Rowson at the moment, Eloise didn't want to say no.

Although the reason was unknown, she chose to remain silent, not wanting to push him.

Rowson let go of her and suddenly changed his mind.

"Eloise, let's go to the airport tonight, I've looked and there's an early morning flight, we'll take that one back."

The night was long and he didn't want to stay a moment longer.

He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, Hector would bring his men to him.

He was alone and had no way to fight it.

"Well, it's up to you."

Eloise did not refuse and nodded her head in agreement, acting submissively.