Love Comes To Me

Eloise couldn't help but laugh along with the little girl.

Mother and daughter had a great time.

And the people next to them looked at them and smiled by heart.

The mother and daughter pair are so good looking.

As soon as they entered, they attracted the attention of the crowd.

And Eloise's patience, the way she smiles at her children all the time, has left some foreign parents in awe.

At this moment, Agnes in the shadows changed into a cleaning uniform, asked the cleaning lady for a mop on purpose and cleaned the floor with all seriousness. She looked up and down, this was the path she had to take to leave the naughty castle.

Agnes has it all figured out, her whole life is now ruined by Hector, but Eloise, her nemesis, now has a spring in her step.

She was resigned to it!

Just then, the sound of high heels on the floor came from behind her and Agnes gave a start, glancing backwards.

As expected, Eloise, dressed in a white dress, approached slowly.

She seemed to be in the form of a young girl, with features that were gentle yet gentle, and eyes that seemed to be full of starlight.

One can't help but get closer, as if Eloise is still the same, no matter how many years have passed.

She, on the other hand, was completely and utterly reduced to the bottom of the pile, living a dim life.

When Eloise approached, Agnes looked down and smiled coldly.

Those eyes were filled with hatred and jealousy, and suddenly she slipped, and the sewage stained mop lunged straight at the hem of Eloise's skirt.

In a moment, the white dress was stained and looked particularly harsh.

Sweety froze, realising that her mummy's dress had been soiled, and hurriedly spoke up, "Mummy, is everything alright?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that!"

Agnes pretended to be frightened, stood up and kept repeating "I'm sorry" with her head down.

In truth, deep down inside, I was happy and the guilt in my heart was satisfied.

See, even someone who usually stands tall and acts like a gentle goddess can be so wretched.

Eloise frowned at the sewage stained dress and was naturally uncomfortable.

But looking at Agnes, who kept her head down and apologised, and seeing that she was wearing a cleaning uniform, she knew it was not easy to work in this city, so she couldn't get angry for a while and just assumed it was bad luck. She turned her eyes downwards, but suddenly paused.

Eloise narrowed her eyes slightly; this man was a cleaning lady, yet those hands were white and soft, not like someone who had done rough work.

Any way you look at it, this person doesn't look much like a cleaning lady.

What's more, she had just fallen and lunged in her direction, and if it weren't for the fact that she didn't know this person, Eloise would have thought she had a grudge against her.

"Forget it, you don't have to apologise." Eloise's voice was cold and clear, faint.

She had suspicions in her mind, but was not about to look deeper.

Agnes was inwardly puzzled when she saw that she was not pursuing the matter.

She wasn't about to pass up the opportunity, however, and lifted her head, clutching Eloise's arm.

The face was exposed to the air and his mouth kept saying, "I'm sorry, you mustn't be angry, I'll pay you for this dress, you can forgive me ... I'm sorry!"

Eloise's heart subconsciously clenched as she looked at her face, a face she was once all too familiar with.

Now I see it but I just feel a sense of familiarity.

She doesn't like strangers putting their hands on her, even though the other person is a woman.

Eloise stepped back, broke Agnes' hand off and spoke, "You don't have to mind, I'll take care of it myself, just be careful from now on."

With that said, Eloise picked up Sweety, who was standing by, and left the spot at a brisk pace.

Agnes stood still for a moment.

Eloise doesn't know herself?

Eloise just now did not react to anything.

Gradually she confirmed the idea and great joy filled her heart.

The gloom that had been in her heart was cleared away and she curled her lips.

In that case, all is well.

She turned to glance at the mop lying on the floor and had no intention of cleaning it up.

Like a lofty peacock, it leaves the naughty castle with its head raised.

...

On the other hand Eloise sent a tweet to Rowson asking him to come and pick her up later.

Catching some more water from the bathroom tap, I tried to wash the stain off the hem of my skirt.

Eloise sighed as she tried many times in vain.

A quick glance at the time suggested that it was about time and Rowson was probably due to arrive at the naughty castle.

She simply gave up and decided to go home and wash her clothes, so she left the bathroom with Sweety in tow.

Walking out of the gates of the Naughty Castle, they saw a black car a short distance away. The two approached, opened the door and saw Rowson in the driver's seat.

He is dressed in a simple white shirt and suit trousers, his face handsome and gentle, and the black wristwatch on his hand glistening.

Turning his head to look at Eloise sitting in the passenger seat, he smiled slightly, "Why are you out late?"

Eloise simply explained, "I could have come out earlier, but on the way I accidentally got caught in a mop on my skirt by housekeeping and went to the bathroom to take care of it." Rowson didn't think too much of it and buckled himself in for Eloise.

Noticing Eloise's body stiffen, he couldn't help but think of Hector.

Would she have resisted and felt unnatural if Hector had fastened her seat belt himself?

With unexplained indignation in his heart, he got up hastily and stepped on the accelerator.

Eloise did not notice anything unusual about Rowson, but felt the car slowly picking up speed.

Nearly hitting the vehicle next to her, she was shocked and said, "You ..."

Rowson's eyes were dark and unreadable, he slowed down and his voice remained as gentle as usual, "Excuse me."

"It's okay... you be careful."

Eloise didn't say any more and looked down at her phone.

With a red light ahead, Rowson brings the car to a slow stop, desperate to change his feelings for Eloise.

Despite being husband and wife, they are as close as, if not more than, ordinary friends.

What he desperately wanted to have, Hector easily had.

The light turned red to green and he stopped what was on his mind and stepped on the accelerator.

Darlington family cottage.

Rowson came home with Eloise, to the delight of Mrs Darlington, who was all smiles from the moment she opened the door for them until now, greeting them and seating them at the table. "O Sweety, was the naughty castle fun?" Mrs Darlington asked with a smile as she chucked a chicken leg for Sweety.

Sweety's gaze cleared and he grinned and nodded.

As if thinking of something, Mrs Darlington hastily ordered, "I, ah, made chicken soup for you, just waiting for you to come back and taste it, I almost forgot about it!"

Mrs Darlington's spirits have improved over the past few days and her complexion has recovered.

After greeting the maids with the soup, Mrs Darlington spoke again to Rowson, "Have you been busy at work, these days?"

Rowson shook his head and replied, "There's a lot less going on these days."

Mrs Darlington sniffed and an unexpectedly long smile fell from the corner of her mouth.