Love Comes To Me
Chapter 643: She is my wife

Seeing her turn to go, Solomon made a hasty profession of loyalty.

"I don't, you're my mummy, I don't want anyone else to be my mummy."

Eloise suddenly looks like a different person and he feels so scared, is Mummy really going to leave him and Daddy behind?

"Me and Daddy can't leave you, Mummy, don't go." Tears welled up in Solomon's eyes.

Eloise's heart ached as she looked into Solomon's red, crying eyes.

She wanted so much to hold him in her arms, but she deadpanned her palm and said ruthlessly, "Stop it, go away, and don't contact me again." "Mummy ..."

Solomon tugged at Eloise's coat, very reluctantly, such a strange mummy to him.

Eloise's eyes were red, but she reached out with determination and pushed Solomon away.

Without a word, she strides away, and the moment she turns, tears fall frantically from her eyes.

After being pushed away by Eloise, Solomon was in a dim mood.

He doesn't know why his mommy, who was fine, is suddenly marrying another man.

Isn't Sweety his sister? Does it mean that they can't even see each other anymore?

This was news that could be described as the sky falling for him.

But who can change that today?

As he watched Eloise's silhouette get further and further away, Solomon had to go back to his car alone.

Sitting in the car, Solomon couldn't stop the tears from flowing down his face.

He couldn't accept this and he couldn't understand the so-called dispute of interests of the adults, he was just so sad inside.

When he got home, Solomon went into his room and locked the door behind him.

The tiny body crouches in front of the door, legs curled up and arms wrapped around it.

This is the only way to give a glimmer of security.

Looking over to the bed, there was still the doll Sweety had left there the other day, a gift from him to Sweety.

I forgot to take it with me in the rush to leave, and now it seems there is no chance of sending it out again.

Why do things have to be so cruel now when they were already going in the right direction?

Mrs Matriarch observed that her baby was not in the best of moods, but she knocked on Solomon's door, but there was no sound from inside. There were only low sobs.

Hector, like Solomon, kept himself to himself in his study, not going to the office and not coming out.

Mrs Matriarch looked at them with pain in her heart, it was worrying to see them both in such a state, father and son.

"Mr Fletcher what do you think is going to happen, two people will get sick in time!" Mrs Matriarch had been pacing the living room, inwardly anxious.

"Do you think son I can talk and listen, or you can talk and listen? The only solution now is for Eloise to step in and reconcile, otherwise there's no way out."

Mr Fletcher is also very anxious about the situation of the two of them, but for the time being, they are just anxious.

The mood in the Darlington family was also depressed at this time, and Eloise returned home muddled, filled with the hurt looks of her father and son.

It wasn't that she hadn't received the messages from Hector and Solomon a few days before, only she didn't know how to speak to them.

After all, this fact is cruel.

Solomon trusted her so much, relied on her so much, that she ended up hurting Solomon.

Eloise's heart aches so much whenever she thinks of the look of dismay in Solomon's eyes, it hurts so much that she can't breathe.

She wanted to rush into the faces of the Rogers family and tell them that she didn't want to get married and that she didn't want to be the daughter-in-law of any Darlington family. But now there is no room for manoeuvre.

Sweety was staying dutifully by Eloise's side at the moment, holding the present Solomon had given her earlier, knowing that Mummy was not in a very good mood.

Trying to contact her brother secretly, but Mummy won't give her a mobile phone.

So Sweety was despondent too.

Rowson returned from outside to see Eloise's eyes staring blankly at her phone.

The phone screen showed a picture of Solomon and her together, and Eloise just stared at the screen without moving.

Ever since she agreed to Mrs Darlington's request that day, her whole being has never been happier.

Emotions had been low and Rowson took it all in stride.

He knew that this wedding was not something Eloise had volunteered for.

But inside he still selfishly wanted to possess her.

These days with the Rogers family, father and son, he is on the verge of losing her, so he will not let her go even if he has to use very dirty tricks.

Sweety lifted her head at the sound of the voice and slipped off Eloise's body, wilting and calling out, "Daddy."

Rowson bent down and picked the little girl up, brought out a quick cake from the kitchen and whispered, "Sweety, go and see Grandma in the hospital later, she misses you." With cake in her mouth, the little girl forgot her worries for a moment and asked innocently, "So, is Mummy coming with me?"

Rowson sniffed and shook his head, "Mummy's not feeling well, Grandpa will be back later to pick you up and Daddy will be at home looking after Mummy." "Oh, okay."

Sweety went down from Rowson's arms with a low response.

Shortly afterwards, Mr. Darlington Sr returned and picked up Sweety, leaving the entire Darlington family with only Eloise and Rowson.

Rowson brought over a glass of milk and handed it to Eloise.

"Eloise, have something to drink, you haven't eaten anything since you were in hospital today, watch your health."

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Quiet, deadly quiet.

Eloise sat there like a soulless doll, dumbfounded, just looking at the pictures on her phone.

Rowson sighed sorrowfully at this, knowing that Eloise would not listen to anything he said now, and had to leave.

Letting her come to terms with this slowly on her own is the best way to go these days.

The sound of the door closing pulled Eloise's soul back and her mind flashed back to the time she had spent with the Rogers family, father and son, in a single scene. At that time she was happy, happy.

But beautiful things are often like bubbles that burst when they are poked.

What's more, those days seemed to her as if they had been stolen.

She clutched her head in pain, only tears falling in drops, wetting her shirt.

At the moment the Rogers family, Hector stumbles out of the study.

His eyes were red-blooded and his stubble sprouted.

Mr Fletcher and Mrs Matriarch rushed forward to see their son's haggard appearance.

Eloise is not meant to be with the Rogers family, and I'm really worried about you when you're torturing yourself like this."

Mr Fletcher chimed in, "Yes, Hector, now Eloise will soon be someone else's wife and that's a fact we can't change, we have to accept."

Even though he knew it was cruel to say it, Mr Fletcher didn't want to see Hector fall deeper and deeper into it.

Hector, however, was stubborn: "She's my wife, Solomon's mummy, and besides now we have Sweety, that's a fact that can't be changed." How could he let her go and let her be someone else's wife? He couldn't do it, he wouldn't let go of her even if he died...