Love Comes To Me
Chapter 619: Really don't know what you're thinking

As Eloise cleans up the dishes, she glances out at the sky and the twilight is thickening.

She suddenly remembered something and looked back at Solomon with a slight frown, "Solomon, where's your daddy, does he know about your hospitalisation?" "Yes, I know, the teacher has contacted him and Daddy has just finished a meeting and said he will be back soon."

Solomon responded in a warm voice.

The light smiling face, always upbeat and understanding of the fact that Hector was busy.

No crying and no fuss.

"That shouldn't be back that soon either."

Eloise lowered her eyes, and a strong look of concern climbed into them.

She was a little uneasy about leaving Solomon alone over here at this time of night, even though there was an escort.

Solomon was also good at reading people's minds as he turned to Eloise and said, "It's okay, Mummy, I'll be fine on my own."

In fact, he knew in his heart of hearts that Eloise would never leave him alone, but was just playing a trick.

After a few moments of thought, Eloise made up her mind.

"I'll stay over here with you, and I'll leave when your daddy gets back."

"Really?"

Solomon was overjoyed.

Eloise went over and stroked Solomon's head and said softly, "Well, I won't be going back for a while, I don't feel comfortable with you being alone." Solomon's eyes are red.

In fact, no matter how well you know how to behave, being alone in a ward can be scary.

This sentimentality is most likely to be drawn out especially when one is ill.

The strength that she had pretended to have was removed in front of Eloise's words.

Taking Eloise's hand in his, Solomon rubbed it against his face and pouted, "Thanks Mummy, you're the best."

Eloise's eyes became softer and softer.

Sitting in a corner of the bed, rubbing Solomon's inky black hair, soothing him.

The moonlight shines in through the dappled shadows of the trees as the evening breeze brushes against your face.

Mother and son are snuggled together in a heartwarming scene.

The pain also quietly receded.

"Mummy, tell me a story, you used to tell it to me."

Solomon tilted his head to look at Eloise.

Eloise often reads bedtime stories to Sweety and readily obliges to Solomon's requests.

"Well, let me think what a good story to tell you."

Her warm voice flowed in the wash of night and swayed with the breeze, moving beautifully.

A moment later, with a smile devouring the corners of her mouth, Eloise retold the story she had read from the book, slowly.

"Just tell us about the little prince. Once upon a time, there was a little prince who lived on a very small planet where there were two volcanoes and a rose that he loved.

Later, he and Rose had a fight and the little prince gambled and left his planet ..."

Her voice was soft, like a pleasant song flowing through the heart.

Solomon was entranced for a while.

The 20, 000-word fairy-tale story was embellished by Eloise and took a long time to tell.

Before I knew it, much time had slipped away.

When I looked back, I found that the lights of all the homes had faded to silence.

The shadows of the trees scurry and the sound of insects subsides.

"Okay, story's over, time for bed."

Eloise pulled the quilt up and carefully covered Solomon.

Solomon is still reeling from the sad ending of the Little Prince.

He looked at Eloise with a pained expression and a hopeful brightness in his eyes and asked, "Mummy, is the little prince really dead and will he ever come home? The little roses are still waiting for him, aren't they?" At the sight of his seriousness, Eloise's heart fluttered hard.

She didn't have the heart to tell Solomon that the little prince might actually be dead.

His roses didn't end up waiting for him to come home, but withered ...

After all, not all the waiting will bear fruit.

But for children, all things are seen in a beautiful light.

Eloise then told Solomon how he wanted it to end.

"Don't worry, the little prince will definitely go back, he will return to his planet and live happily ever after with his flowers." "That was great."

Solomon immediately smiled at this, not doubting Eloise's words for a moment.

At the end he looked at Eloise and contentedly murmured. murmured, "Just like Mummy."

The little prince returns to his planet, and his mummy will return to him and his daddy too, I think.

Solomon thought so.

Not catching what Solomon said, Eloise asked suspiciously, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing, I'm going to bed, Mummy, good night."

Solomon smiled at her Sweety and quickly dived under the covers.

Eloise gently pats Solomon's back and lulls him to sleep.

The sound of steady breathing came from Eloise, who looked at Solomon with a loving look on her face.

The Darlington family at that end, however, were not as harmonious a scene.

Rowson returns home late to see Eloise.

After asking Mrs Darlington, a hard frown was raised when she learned that Eloise had said she might not be staying at home tonight. After a few moments of hesitation, he dialed Eloise's number.

Afraid of waking Solomon, Eloise tiptoes outside into the corridor with the phone before picking it up.

"Is something wrong?"

Because of the awkwardness between them, Eloise had a moment of hesitation, uncomfortably touching the nape of her neck.

The toes stand slightly on tiptoe, with a single thrust against the ground.

Rowson asked tentatively, "Are you at the office? Why aren't you home?"

Eloise was stunned for a moment and looked over at Solomon in the ward, sleeping soundly.

Looking back she said frankly, "No, I was in hospital."

"Hospital? What happened to you? Is it serious? Which hospital, I'll go and see."

Rowson's spirits tightened when he heard she was in hospital, and he couldn't help but ask nervously.

Hastily, he removed his own jacket and was about to head outside.

Listening to the rustling over there, Eloise hurriedly explained, "It's not me, it's Solomon, he's fallen down the stairs. His dad was away so I came to look after him for the night."

As the words fell, the air froze for a few moments, and both sides fell silent.

Rowson's stride took a slight pause, then his face suddenly turned ironic.

His expression was sombre and he couldn't help but clench his palms.

Trying to keep the fire inside him down, but thinking that Eloise was working on someone else's child made him unable to hold back any longer.

The father and son again, Eloise, you're not even the boy's real mother, so why do you look after him all the time?

You left Sweety at home just to look after that boy, she's so young, and as a mother, you're not worried at all? I really don't know what you're thinking, not caring about your own child, but having time to worry about other people's business." These words had been piling up in Rowson's mind for a long time, and today was the perfect opportunity for him to pour them out.