Love Comes To Me
Chapter 731: Don't you make a mess

For several days, Rowson stayed in the office.

Looking at the planner in front of him, he felt only a slight headache, but there was nothing he could do but fight it.

He compiled the information and went to the presidents of both companies in person, but each one ended in failure.

Having learned his lesson from hitting the wall, Rowson is no fool and has learned his lesson.

With full preparation, the two presidents were once again asked out.

However, Rowson was able to pull it off this time without the help of Katerina behind the scenes.

Rowson talked to them before returning home.

As soon as he arrived home Mr. Darlington Sr smiled and complimented, "Rowson has a great business acumen, he has negotiated two big orders after just taking up the post, he is really worthy of being Dad's son." Mr. Darlington Sr looked at Rowson with relief and a big smile.

He hadn't been in the office for a few days, handing over all the power to Rowson.

Originally he thought Rowson would quit half way through, but not only did he not quit, he made a mark.

Rowson was a little embarrassed by Mr. Darlington Sr's compliment and pursed his lips, "It's nothing, I feel quite accomplished doing this."

After some more conversation on the sofa, Rowson's mobile phone rings, and it's Katerina calling.

Rowson changed his expression for a moment, made an excuse and left.

"Good cooperation, and I hope Mr. Rowson doesn't forget what he promised."

Katerina's voice came out of the phone with a warning.

At the sound of his voice, Rowson warned likewise, "Naturally, I will not forget, but I would also like Miss Katerina to be careful who she is and not interfere with my life."

The last thing he likes is for someone else to decide what happens to him, whether it is his parents or friends.

Not to mention a partner like Katerina.

"No problem, then I'll see what happens."

With those words, Katerina simply hung up the phone.

On this side Eloise was a little better and offered to return to work.

Rowson hadn't wanted to agree, after all, she had just turned around.

But on second thought, he was already busy at work and he was seeing less and less of Eloise, so it was good to keep her at the office so he could still see her whenever he wanted. Just tell Eloise to take care of herself and make sure she tells him if she is unwell.

Seeing him being so careful and treating himself like a porcelain doll, Eloise cried and laughed, "I'm completely healed, you don't have to worry so much, I won't break at the slightest touch." Rowson's brow remained furrowed and he didn't know what to worry about.

But he said nothing, and Eloise didn't ask more.

Upon Eloise's return to the office, the secretary noticed that they Mr. Rowson had clearly changed from the previous days.

When he first came to the company, Rowson was a superb workaholic.

Every time we have lunch, we have to be invited three times, and often Chinese food and dinner are eaten together. But now, he looks up every two hours and asks, "What's Eloise doing?"

The secretary had to run tirelessly between the planning department and the president's office.

Tell him "Miss Eloise is writing a plan", "Miss Eloise is talking to someone about a proposal" or something like that.

Rowson was not too pleased with the news, his brow furrowed and he did not forget to admonish his secretary, "Tell her to rest and drink more water, forget it, I'll talk to myself, you go and wash a plate of fruit." Secretary: "..."

It is true that love can change people.

In their eyes, Rowson is now the perfect man who loves his wife and is good at his job.

For some reason, a sudden look of envy and jealousy arose in my heart.

Why is it that the person Mr. Rowson cares so much about is not himself.

Rowson also keeps replaceing all sorts of excuses to call Eloise into the office for nothing really, just so he can see more of people.

Eloise is also a bit helpless about this.

Slapping the half-revised proposal on his desk, he looked at Rowson with his arms around his chest and lost his smile, "Mr. Rowson, what do you really want?"

Rowson snapped, "It's fine, I'm more comfortable with the air conditioning on my side, why don't you just work on my side?"

She's not an assistant or a secretary, what's the point of staying in Rowson's office.

Eloise therefore shook her head very firmly and refused, "No."

After a pause, he said mournfully, "I'm begging you, this proposal is really important and will play a vital role in future cooperation, so I need to revise it as soon as possible in the next few days."

"Is that the one with the Rogers Group?" Rowson asked with a frown.

"Yeah, so Mr. Rowson you don't mess up."

Eloise put her hands together in a begging manner.

Rowson's heart rejoiced at the sight of her lovely face.

Still, Rowson was a little uncomfortable about working with the Rogers Group and his eyes were a little bleary, "Well, I'll leave you alone then, take care not to get too tired yourself and remember to keep your distance from him." "Got it, I'll be off then if there's nothing else."

With those words, Eloise picked up the programme on her desk, closed the office door and left.

When she left the office she couldn't help but shrug, Rowson was really treating her like a porcelain doll with such care.

She's not that fragile.

Just after returning to the office, a call came in from Hector.

"Have you had time recently? There are some issues that need to be confirmed regarding the production and quality of the new batch of wine."

Hector's voice came over in a low, deep whisper.

Like an electric current, it made Eloise's ears tingle and she subconsciously pinched the soft earlobe.

"It just so happens that I have some questions to talk to you about as well."

Eloise was quick to agree.

The two men agreed on a time and hung up the phone.

After speaking with her, Hector was in a significantly better mood.

Thomas knocked on the door and came in, surprised to see the president with a smile on his lips, his jaw dropped.

The company has been busy lately and Mr Hector has been so busy that he has been wearing a stern face, the first smile he has had in days. It seems Miss Eloise really works.

Hector gave Thomas a sidelong glance, took the papers and signed them, then said dryly, "Get out."

"Yes."

Thomas nimbly left.

When it was time to leave work, Hector was in a good mood to go home.

Solomon and Sweety were playing head to head on the floor when Sweety was the first to look up at the sound of the door opening. Seeing Hector at the door, he called out cheerfully, "Daddy!"

Solomon sniffed back and brushed himself off the floor, looking at Hector with slightly apprehensive eyes.

It's so unlike him to be on the floor when he's this old.

Fearing what Hector might say to rebuke him.

Who knew that Hector was oblivious and in a good mood to inquire, "What are Sweety and brother playing?" "Brother teach me to draw!"

Sweety said, proudly holding up the sketchbook in her hand.