Love Comes To Me
Chapter 603: Daddy, Solomon Doesn't Hurt

It is always the case that people look at the feelings of the next person and become sentimental without realising it. Rupert took her long, thin fingers and clasped them tightly.

He lightly opened his thin lips and clanked his voice in response, "No, I will never forget you."

In the moonlight, the shadows of the two men intertwine.

The firm vows swayed in the wind and a sweet smile grew on the woman's face.

Comparable to a honeypot, Sweety's, tickles.

"Let's go back."

Rupert said, taking Aisly's hand and walking in the direction of the hotel.

The sound of insects ringing through the branches of the night and the sparse shadows of the trees falling. Snuggled figures mingle together as the years pass.

On the hospital side, a nurse came to check on Solomon's condition, changing his IV bottle in the process.

The back of the hand, where the veins are tied, is flushed with a little green.

Solomon had been sleeping restlessly and opened his eyes midway through.

A look of loss crossed the frail, pale face as she scanned the room and saw no sign of Eloise inside.

With a slight sourness in his heart, Hector walked over, helped Solomon sit up and said softly, "You're hungry, right? Before your mommy left, she told you to have some porridge before you went to sleep." Solomon's eyes lagged and then he wiped a bead of sweat from his neck with his hand and the corners of his mouth turned up in a happy smile.

Offering to take the porridge from Hector's hand, he took a big bite.

Hector trailed his palms over the bottom of the bowl and smiled heartily when he saw the haze clear from Solomon's eyes.

After feeding Solomon, Hector fetched some water and got a wet towel to wipe Solomon's sweaty forehead and arms, etc. That's when he was tucked in and put back to sleep.

Solomon's eyelashes fluttered as the strands of hair stuck together on his forehead were gently lifted.

Glancing sleepily towards Hector, she mumbled her lips, "Daddy, will you always be here?"

Solomon felt groggy in the head and it was clear that the fever hadn't gone away.

He frowns uncomfortably, sleepy but not wanting to sleep.

If you fall asleep, you have to have those kinds of dreams of being alone again.

There was no mummy or daddy in the dream and he was so scared to be alone.

"Will do, Daddy's here with you, sleep."

The cicadas outside gradually stop chirping, the night is cool as a wash and Hector's gentle voice echoes in the ears. Solomon's expression twitched slightly, and after a moment, his eyes dutifully closed.

Not long after, Solomon's breathing evens out and he drifts back into a deep sleep.

Hector stayed in the ward for a long time and went out into the corridor to stretch his stiff limbs before going to sleep. Taking out his phone, he found a few messages he hadn't checked at seven o'clock.

It was Mrs Matriarch who knew that Solomon was ill and sent in a series of messages asking how Solomon was doing.

He was so busy looking after Solomon that he didn't pay much attention to his phone.

It would be four hours later, and I'm sure it would have made the parents at home very anxious.

Hector frowned slightly, his fingertips leaping across the screen as he replied.

"It's fine, don't worry guys, the fever has gone down a bit."

No reply from there after sending it.

He thought his parents weren't up and Hector didn't care.

Put the phone away and went back to sleep on the cot in the ward.

The following morning, the dawn sun shone down through the half-covered curtain.

The breeze blew the curtains up in a corner, and a small figure stood out in the snowy white bed.

Hector woke up first and was the first to check on Solomon.

One hand is placed on Solomon's forehead and the other is placed on his own forehead to compare temperatures.

He was relieved to replace that Solomon's body temperature was not as hot as it was.

He washed up briefly and carefully wiped the sweat smothering Solomon's body.

The sensation of wetness was transmitted to his brain through his skin, and Solomon slept relatively soundly this night.

He opened his eyes, saw Hector and smiled dully.

"Daddy."

Hector asked dully, "Is it still hard?"

"It's not so hard anymore." Solomon shook his head and smiled lightly.

Although Solomon was in much better spirits, Hector was still uneasy.

Called the doctor over to take a look and after taking his temperature, a smile appeared on his face.

"The fever is down, two more bottles of water, and we should be discharged soon."

The words were spoken and the nurse accompanying him was told to give Solomon a needle.

The young female nurse had been surreptitiously ogling Hector, her face flushed with suspicious redness, and was forgetting to look when she was shouted at and reached for her drops in alarm. When looking for blood vessels for Solomon, it took a long time to replace them because the child's skin was so delicate.

The nurse panicked a little under Hector's watchful eye and missed her spot the first time.

Solomon held back the pain without speaking, and Hector's brow furrowed instead, looking at the nurse with some displeasure.

"It's okay, Daddy, Solomon doesn't hurt."

Solomon was afraid he would lose his temper and took the lead in calming him down.

Fortunately, the nurse, for the second time, pushed the needle in steadily.

Hector pursed his thin lips, which prevented him from lashing out.

The young nurse was under pressure the whole time, her adoration scared out of her mind at the sight of Hector's grim face, and hurried out. "Solomon!"

At that moment, a familiar voice came through the doorway.

Both father and son were startled and looked towards the door in unison.

Only to see Mrs Matriarch come running in with a distressed look on her face.

"Ouch, my eldest grandson, what's wrong with this little hand, how did sticking needles give the child a bruise."

A quick glance at the pinhole on Solomon's hand and Mrs Matriarch was distraught.

Not caring about his own exhaustion, he gently rubbed Solomon's hand one by one.

"Grandma?"

Solomon was cradled in his arms and froze.

With difficulty, she peeked her head out and looked incredulously at Mrs Matriarch.

"Mom, what are you doing over here?"

Hector came back to his senses and frowned at the question as well.

"Of course I came to see Solomon, I couldn't sleep yesterday when Rupert said the baby was sick, so I bought a plane ticket and flew overnight." Hector gave a disapproving look, "Then you didn't have to rush over here so much."

Mrs Matriarch waved her hand in disbelief.

"Aren't you busy, just so I can stay for a meal and take care of Solomon."

She finished by heartily stroking Solomon's head, "My oldest grandson, is it still hard?"

"No more hard feelings Grandma, and by the way, Mummy came over to see Solomon last night."

Speaking of Eloise, Solomon's eyes tickle with excitement.

Mrs Matriarch had a kind smile on her face, "Well, that's good..."

Mrs Matriarch's mind was filled with mixed thoughts at seeing Solomon so attached to Eloise.

And at the other end, Eloise had a very restless night's sleep.

In her dream, she dreamt of Solomon crying for her, crying so loudly that it was heartbreaking.

Her heart fluttered at the sound of it and she tried to grab Solomon's hand when he suddenly disappeared from in front of her.

At that moment a cold sweat broke out all over his body and he frowned tightly.