Love Comes To Me

A few days have passed since the hair was handed over to the hospital to be tested. The wait is always hard, except, that is, for those who know the outcome in advance. Juana, for example, even made a special trip to Solomon's nursery to see him.

The kindergarten teacher saw a beautiful woman who couldn't stop staring at the little Rogers family prince, but didn't approach, as if she was wary of something.

The teacher called Solomon over and asked softly, "Do you know that aunt?"

Solomon's clear eyes were full of confusion as he said in a milky voice, "I don't know."

"Okay, it's okay, go play the game." The teacher smiled.

Solomon ran away to play with his little friends.

The kindergarten teacher glanced again in the direction of the woman, but found that there was no one there anymore. The teacher thought better of it and called the Rogers family, she felt the need to explain it to the Rogers family people. "Yes, I know, please, teacher." A female voice with a smile said politely, none other than Solomon's grandmother, Mrs Matriarch.

The smile on Mrs Matriarch's face disappeared instantly after she hung up the phone.

I didn't expect the woman to be so bold as to go straight to him, not knowing where she found out about the kindergarten Solomon attended.

It's a good thing the teacher was responsible, otherwise, there's no telling what she would have done.

Mrs Matriarch's bottom line has always been family, formerly her husband, then her sons, and when the sons grew up, they became grandchildren.

If anyone dares to trample on her bottom line, she will never be polite.

She immediately called Juana, whose number they had exchanged the last time they met.

"You went to see Solomon?" Mrs Matriarch questioned in a splitting voice.

Juana seemed a little nervous and said cautiously, "Went to have a look, didn't meet him, what's wrong, Mrs Matriarch?"

There was a hint of ingratiation in her tone, only for Mrs Matriarch to be in a terrible mood at the thought of her sneaking off behind her back to her eldest grandson, and to say warningly, "You'd better not go near Solomon until the results are in."

There was a moment of silence, and Juana's voice came down, "Can't I even look at it from a distance?"

"No!" Mrs Matriarch flatly refused.

Juana whispered, "I can't help it, Mrs. Ken, I miss him so much."

"Control it even if you can't, and if I ever find out you've gone to see him without permission again, I'll make sure you never see him again!" Mrs Matriarch said sternly.

Juana seemed stunned and didn't speak for a long time, and when she spoke again, her tone took on a hint of a tremor: "Yes, I know, I'll wait for the results to come in."

Mrs Matriarch, on the other hand, does not trust Juana. She thinks twice, but fears that Solomon will be harmed, and mentions it to Hector, who directly assigns her son two bodyguards, with one request: that no stranger should come near Solomon.

Mrs Matriarch then put her foot down.

The atmosphere in the Rogers family is quietly changing, everyone seems to be hiding things in their hearts but doing their best to disguise them in front of Eloise.

She watched it all in silence, not knowing whether to be angry or pretend she didn't know.

They think she doesn't know, but in fact she knows everything.

Since Juana found her, she has kept an eye out.

As it turned out, on several occasions, they talked about things in the study behind her back; she did trust them, but this feeling of being excluded was really bad.

It seems that in the last two days they have been doing personal identification on Solomon and the woman, the results should be out soon and if they are true, what will she do then.

"Eloise," a voice suddenly rang out.

Eloise's hand shakes and the spoon is deflected, threatening to fall into her hand when Hector quickly leans over and grabs her hand to steady the tilting spoon.

Gently taking both the spoon and the soup bowl out of her hands, Hector gently chided, "Why are you so careless, did you burn yourself?"

"It's not burning." Eloise wiggled her fingers, signalling that nothing was wrong.

Hector was really shocked, his eyebrows knitted tightly, holding her fingers and checking them over and over to make sure they were fine before he put his mind at ease and let out a light breath, saying, "What were you thinking just now, calling out to you and getting scared like that?"

Eloise smiled sardonically, "It's nothing."

Rupert laughed wickedly from the sidelines, "Brother, I don't think my sister-in-law was scared, it was you who was scared."

Hector gave him a sullen look, and Rupert's smile faltered, but he still said, tongue in cheek, "Ask Mum and Dad if you don't believe me, you're sweating."

"Rupert, the food can't even stop your mouth." Mrs Matriarch glanced at Rupert, the youngest son, who had been stubborn since he was a child and was only afraid of his brother alone, and who had to mouth off every time, and Mrs Matriarch didn't know whether to cry or to school.

Rupert pretended to be upset, "Mum you don't love me anymore, sister-in-law, do you think I'm right, is my brother nervous about you?"

Eloise smiled, not speaking, a smile with a hint of reluctance.

It was just a small incident at dinner, and Eloise was grateful to Rupert, who was trying to comfort her in some way, but it didn't work very well.

Hector rarely hid anything from her, and this one and only time was enough to keep her tossing and turning and unable to sleep.

Eloise had gone to bed early, but was slow to fall asleep. About an hour later, Hector also entered the bedroom. Eloise strained her ears and heard Hector's deliberately low footsteps, as if he was afraid of disturbing her. Then, it seems, he took his clothes and went to another bathroom to take a shower.

Eloise had mixed feelings, once she thought that a young man like Hector, with his cold nature, would not be considerate.

However, in all the time she has been married, she has been touched by Hector time and time again.

I don't know how long it took, but Hector burrowed under the covers with all the moisture, reached up out of habit, scooped Eloise into his arms, kissed her very gently on the top of her head and closed his eyes.

It wasn't until the breathing behind her became long that Eloise moved from the position she had held for so long and gently rolled over, lying flat on her back with Hector's arms still dominantly wrapped around her waist. Eloise, half asleep, looked at Hector's face through the moonlight from the window and watched, somewhat dazed.

She knew that the identification results would not come out that quickly, but sooner or later they would.

If, indeed, that was Solomon's real mother, what was she going to do.

Leaving the Rogers family to make way for Juana?

Just thinking about it made her heart ache.

She couldn't imagine Hector sleeping with another woman in his arms, it was like holding a knife to her heart, one by one.

Eloise involuntarily leaned towards Hector, wondering ruefully how much longer she could stay in this embrace.