Love Comes To Me

Eloise stares unblinkingly at the monitor.

The pupils jerked at the sight of the child's appearance.

And then hid his face and cried, "It's Sweety! There's no mistaking it."

She didn't have to look at her face to recognise it was her daughter.

Mrs Darlington embraced Eloise and comforted her on the side.

The police officer asked again carefully, just in case there was a mistake, "Are you sure? Is she the child you lost?"

Rowson nodded his head in the affirmative, "Yes, Comrade Police, we are quite sure, may I ask where my daughter is now?"

The policeman, embarrassed, scratched his neck and explained, "She was supposed to stay at the station, but she was very unhappy to stay here. She insisted on following the person who found her back, so we saw that the family didn't mean any harm, so we let him take her back."

At the words of the police, Rowson's face changed for a moment.

Eloise was even more wide-eyed that Sweety had followed the family back.

There were still traces of undried tears and worry on her face.

The police officer hastened to say, "But don't worry too much, the family left contact details, saying that if you come, just call this number directly to get in touch."

Then he handed over the string of mobile numbers that Solomon had given him.

The faces of the family only eased at the sound of the words.

Rowson took the mobile number and thanked the police officer, "Thank you so much."

Even though she felt that it was not a good idea for the police department to do this, Eloise knew what kind of temperament the little girl had.

If she makes a scene, there is really no one who can cure her.

The police officers were close to the end of their shift, so it was justifiable to make an exception.

The policeman knew he was in the wrong and did not dare accept their thanks, telling them to hurry up and contact the other side on the phone.

Rowson pulled out his phone, stepped aside and pressed a series of numbers to the number on the top of the note.

At that end, Hector had just come out of the sweet shop with his little girl.

With Sweety in one arm, she was carrying a bag with a couple of dozen multicoloured bars and a couple of cakes in the other.

The little girl even had a cupcake of her own in her hand and was eating it to her heart's content.

The cream also rubbed off on her mouth and her little tongue lolled out and into her mouth with a satisfied smile.

Hector looked at the little girl dotingly and reminded her, "Sweety, eat slowly, no one will grab it from you, don't choke."

The little girl sniffed, nodded, and very obediently slowed her hand movements a little and stuffed her mouth.

At the end, another spoonful was scooped up at a slow pace and shoved towards Hector to be given to him.

Hector frowned first, he disliked this type of food, it was greasy.

However, when she met the girl's bright gaze, her mouth unconsciously opened and she swallowed it into her stomach in a ghostly manner. "Thanks."

The cake melted in his mouth, sweet to the core, and he curled his lips in thanks.

The two walked to the entrance of the office when, in due course, the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated.

He wrinkled his brow, striding in and setting the little girl down on a chair at the front desk.

He himself stood next to her and fished the phone out.

It's an unknown number.

Hector picked up and asked in a low voice, "Who is it?"

A clear, crisp male voice came and Rowson's face flushed with joy.

He enquired impatiently, "Hello, sir, did you pick up a little girl last night?"

Hector's brow furrowed and he subconsciously looked at the little girl next to him.

The little girl wiggled her two little white legs and was eating a mouth full of cake cream, when she saw him looking over, Sweety smiled a little. Hector stared and asked, "It was a girl that was picked up, you were?"

Although the question was asked, the answer was more than likely already in the mind.

"I'm the baby's father and her mother and I have been looking for her all night and are now worried sick."

Rowson's tone went up a few degrees.

Despite hearing Rowson's words, Hector asked warily, "How can I be sure you're the father of the baby?"

The cold tone of voice doused Rowson's exuberance.

Rowson calmed down for a moment before asking, "Is Sweety with you? You'll be able to identify me if you put her on the phone."

By the time he heard him shout Sweety, Hector had pretty much confirmed it.

Hmmm, put the phone on amplification and put it near the little girl.

The sound of eating came from the other side of the phone and Rowson gulped and asked nervously, "Sweety, is that you? Do you know who I am?"

At the sound of his voice, the little girl, who was hugging and devouring the cake, lit up.

Little hands flailing about going for the phone, "Daddy!"

She called out happily at the other end, a flowery smile on her face.

There is no need to prove anything more about this scene.

Rowson's throat burned with a feeling of wanting to shed tears.

spoke into the other end before asking Sweety to give the phone to Hector. "Sweety isn't afraid, Mommy and Daddy will be right there to pick you up."

Hector took the phone and held it to his ear.

"Sir, is this a convenient time for you? Let us know your address if it's convenient and Sweety's mother and I will go over to pick her up now." Hector sniffed and said indifferently, "Well, you guys just come straight over to the JS Group office building, me and the little girl are over here." He looked over at the innocent little girl next to him, with an extra touch of reluctance.

I didn't expect her parents to come to her so soon.

Again, I was a little curious as to what kind of parents could have produced such sweet and adorable little angels that were simply adorable to the core. But Solomon would have been sad for a while if Sweety had been picked up, he thought to himself.

On the other end, Rowson froze a little when he heard about the JS Group.

This group has a great reputation in France.

As he, a non-businessman, knows, the JS Group has burst onto the scene in the last few years, rapidly taking over the French market.

The strength is strong and unstoppable.

The leader of their group, Hector, is quite famous.

It really surprised him for a moment that the little girl he picked up was an employee of this group.

After a moment of emotion, Rowson hurriedly replied, "Yes, I'll be right over, please wait a moment."

After hanging up the phone, he walked towards Eloise who had been looking this way.

Eloise's fingertips were twisted around her shirt and her lip was bitten, showing a bit of blood.

Nervously, he asked Rowson, "How's it going, did you make contact?"

He nodded and patted Eloise's shoulder to offer comfort.

"Luckily it's a good family, Sweety is fine, she's at JS Group now."

Eloise sniffed and her tense spirits finally relaxed completely.

A reassuring smile finally blossomed on her face and she said with relief, "Then we can thank them properly, let's hurry over."

With those words, he turned and ran outside.

On the other hand, there was little strength left in the feet because of the momentary slackening of the spirit.

In her impatience, Eloise felt her head spin and the world began to spin around.