Love Comes To Me

Darlington family.

Rowson enters and changes his shoes, handing his mother the gift box in his hand.

"Son, how long has it been since Eloise has been back? And you don't remember, how can that be."

Mrs Darlington looked behind her son and indeed returned alone.

"She's back in the country, with Hector."

Rowson sat down wearily, holding his forehead, a little distracted.

He too had not contacted Eloise for a few days and on enquiring he found out that she had returned to the country.

"What? We saved her and she went back to the country with another man behind your son's back?"

In the face of his mother's questioning, Rowson hung his head and didn't bother to say anything.

Mr. Darlington Sr. shook the newspaper in his hand and looked at her discontentedly, "Come on, don't speak so harshly, children and grandchildren have their own blessings, emotional matters can't be controlled, you don't mess around." Mrs Darlington's voice rose sharply, "Then tell me! What happens when the daughter-in-law that's in your hand flies away?"

At that, Mr. Darlington Sr pushed his glasses unhurriedly, "You can't force people if you don't like them, there are plenty of women, just introduce them to Rowson again."

"Fine, I don't care about that! Your son's life is up to you!"

Mrs Darlington's chest rose and fell in anger as she gave father and son a stern glare and turned to go upstairs.

Mr. Darlington Sr sighed and looked at his son shaking his head and not speaking again.

Time flies and it is the annual anniversary of the Darlington Group of companies.

As a result of the company's groundbreaking turnaround in the first half of the year, the celebration was a grand one, held at the Darlington Group's newly developed suburban winery. The large hall was filled with clothes and goblets.

The imposing vaulted ceiling is enhanced by huge carved corbels.

The opening ceremony was the Chairman's speech, followed by the ball.

Rowson has never been a fan of these occasions, and his medical nature makes him prefer to be alone.

He had never been to many parties, but this time his father made sure he came and wondered what wine was in the pot.

"Here, Rowson, this is your daughter from the Uncle Egbert family, you used to play together when you were kids, it's been a long time, hasn't it?"

"Mr Rowson, it's been a long time." The woman came over and offered to clink glasses with him.

Rowson looked at the unfamiliar face in front of him, a face he could not really recall in his own limited memory.

However, out of good housekeeping, he greeted the woman politely.

Over the course of the night Rowson was dragged around by his father to meet all sorts of women.

He merely clinked his glass and tugged at the corners of his mouth, and the women wrapped themselves around him like clinging vines. Only then did he realise that his father was introducing himself to a girlfriend on the pretext of holding a party. He found it tasteless. A rouge face looks the same.

Finding a secluded corner, Rowson left all the wines on the waiter's tray and tasted them one by one.

"Mr Rowson? Why are you sitting here alone?"

A raw Mandarin voice reached Rowson's ears and he shook his slightly dizzy head to look up at the visitor.

The woman standing in front of her wore a red fishtail dress of fine silk that clung to her dimpled. Her body was voluptuous and seductive. Rowson, already slightly drunk, gave her a half-hearted look before waving her arm.

"Go away."

"I'm Adeline, I'm your fiancée, don't you know me?"

Adeline said sitting beside him and moving her glass away, "Mr Rowson, drink less, it's better to keep things like alcohol to a minimum." "Go away!"

Rowson's voice rose abruptly, and the goblet in his hand nearly spilled wine on Adeline's dress when he misplaced it.

Adeline's eyebrows furrowed as she exclaimed, "Mr Rowson!"

Someone nearby had already noticed the commotion over here and began to talk about it.

Adeline looked at the slightly drunken Rowson, feeling everyone around her pointing at her jokes, and stomped a little angrily towards Mr. Darlington Sr who was chilling with the guests in the distance. "Uncle, did you not invite me here today specifically because I am Mr Rowson's fiancée?"

Mr. Darlington Sr looked at the delicate looking Adeline with a smile, "That's right, you and Rowson haven't spent much time together and I wanted to take this opportunity for you to get to know each other properly." "But Mr Rowson doesn't seem to want to see me." Adeline said with some complaint.

"That bastard, he's probably drunk, so I'll trouble you to look after him tonight, Adeline."

The subtext of one sentence had a profound meaning, and Adeline blinked her blue eyes in understanding.

"Don't worry uncle."

Mr. Darlington Sr looked at the distant woman and thought to himself that this boy is really a lover.

He was introduced to no less than twenty women of all kinds in one night and never saw him look at anyone else.

I'm afraid that even he doesn't know how deep Eloise has stayed in his heart.

Rowson drank one glass after another as the party went on, his eyes wandering as he watched the crowd swirl on the dance floor and tugged at the corners of his mouth.

As one's mother would say, the daughter-in-law who arrived flew away.

What a failure one is.

Eloise has never seen herself in Hector's eyes since she met him.

What is the meaning of one's life without her.

Once again placing the empty glass on the table in front of him, Rowson staggered to his feet holding onto the sofa and stumbled along the edge of the hall towards the outside. Adeline, who had been watching him, hurriedly put down her plate and followed him.

Rowson looked at the floor wobbling around in front of him and shook his groggy head hard.

He almost lost his footing and bumped into the waiter who approached him with a glass of wine.

Seeing this, Adeline hurried a few steps over to Rowson, who was already too drunk to walk in a straight line, and held him up.

Rowson gave a start, thinking it was the waiter, and relaxed completely, his head lolling as he gave himself to the person holding him.

"Take me to my room."

The two went upstairs to the lounge, Adeline holding Rowson with one hand while fumbling for her room card from her exquisite new Gucci bag with the other.

The door opens automatically with a drop.

Adeline curled her lips in a smile and threw the heavy man onto the large bed, gasping for breath as she slowly removed her clothes.

"Water ..."

Rowson just felt his whole body on fire and his mouth dry.

With her hair undone and her shirt half removed, Adeline climbed onto the bed and knelt beside Rowson, unbuttoning his shirt one by one. "Eloise ... Eloise you're back?"

Rowson shouted unconsciously, his large hands tugging at the woman in front of him, a blur of what he thought was Eloise.

Adeline froze, jealousy flooding her blue eyes as she watched Rowson mindlessly murmur another woman's name.

But for the sake of his own future, he answered.

"Yes, it's me."

"Eloise ..."

By now Rowson had completely mistaken Adeline for Eloise and with a strong arm tug, Adeline lost her balance.