Chapter 3 Take Me Upstairs

In the Flower Community.

In a small bachelor apartment, Eloise, wearing an apron, was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen.

Beside her, a young boy with a glass of milk wandered back and forth, curiously surveying the surroundings, "Is this where Miss Eloise usually lives?"

"Yes, it's just a small place, certainly not as luxurious as your home."

Eloise replied casually as she put the chopped vegetables on a plate and set them aside.

Solomon tilted his head and asked her, "Does Miss Eloise live here alone?"

"Yeah."

"Doesn't Miss Eloise have any family?"

"I've family, but none of them live here, so I'm usually the only one here."

Solomon was silent for a moment, as if he was worried that she might be sad. He immediately patted her seriously and softly comforted her, "Don't be afraid, with me, there will be two people here from now on."

Eloise was amused to hear it.

He really was.....a smart kid.

She liked him more and more.

"Well, I'm going to cook and the air here will be filled with the smell of cooking smoke. You sit outside for a while, dinner will be ready soon."

"Okay."

Solomon nodded obediently. He went out

immediately, sitting on the couch and waiting.

While Eloise got busy.

In order to save money, she used to cook by herself, so her cooking skills were quite good.

The three dishes and one soup were all served in less than an hour.

There were seafood, pork ribs, and green vegetables. The meat and vegetarian dishes were well-matched, while both their color and aroma were excellent. They looked delicious.

However, Eloise was still a little worried.

After all, Solomon was the youngest master of the Rogers family. He had been used to eating delicacies, and she wasn't sure if these home-cooked dishes would be to his liking.

Eloise gave Solomon a bowl of rice and said,

"Try it first, tell me if you don't like it, I'll take you out to eat."

Solomon nodded, picked up the spoon and scooped a mouthful of rice into his mouth.

He chewed the rice so hard that both cheeks

puffed out, looking very cute.

Eloise smiled, and as she was about to sit down to eat, she heard the eager ringing of the doorbell.

Eloise couldn't help but feel strange.

Normally no one would come to her house.

Who would come at this time?

With confusion, she walked to the door.

What reflected in her eye was a slender figure standing in the doorway.

His face was so handsome, just like an uncanny workmanship of the gods; his beautiful thin lips were pursed into a straight line; his features were so delicate that it was difficult to outline them with a brush; his cold and indifferent eyes were as dark as the night and deep sea.

A trim and exquisite suit wrapped tightly around his tall and upright body, making him look energetic and handsome, while his legs wrapped in the pants were long and slender.

Both his temperament and figure were impeccable.

This was the first time since Eloise grew up that she had seen such a perfect man.

For a moment, she even forgot to react.

When she just managed to snap out of her trance and was about to ask the identity of the man, she heard a sound from behind.

Eloise hurriedly looked back and saw

Solomon slamming his spoon on the table and grunting arrogantly. Then he took off on his short legs and rushed into the room.

And he even slammed the door!

Both Hector and Eloise were rendered

speechless.

She wondered, "What's going on?"

While she was still puzzled, she heard the man in front of her slowly say, "Hello, I'm Hector, Solomon's father.!"

Eloise froze and was a little stunned.

She had expected that the Rogers family would come to her sooner or later, but she

never expected that Hector would come to her personally.

She had heard something about Hector, who was standing before her.

It was said that he was a cold and ruthless

business legend who had always kept a low profile. He held a lot of power in his hands, and his status was so prestigious that made others intimidate.

His younger brother, Rupert was also suave, elegant and well known in the business world.

If it was before, it was impossible for Eloise to be associated with someone like him.

She couldn't believe that he would come to

her shabby home in person today.

Eloise barely came back to her senses and responded, "Hello, you're here to take Solomon back, right?"

"Yes." Hector nodded, glanced inside the apartment and asked, "May I come in?"

"Of course." Eloise hurriedly turned her body

sideways.

Hector strode into the apartment and Eloise

felt her place became even more cramped as

Hector stood inside at his height of over 180 cm.

Hector, on the other hand, didn't have much reaction, but just subconsciously surveyed the surroundings.

Although the apartment was small, it was very warmly decorated. On the dining table, steaming dishes were laid out, making him inexplicably feel... warm.

Hector didn't know why he had such a thought in his mind.

Before coming here, he had read the information about Eloise.

And he had a general idea of her background.

At the time, he thought that maybe Eloise was approaching Solomon for a purpose.

After all, according to the external rumors, he had never been close to women, and Solomor also didn't like to be close to strange women.

It was a rare occasion that Solomon liked

her, she might take this opportunity to try to please Solomon.

Eloise, who was standing behind him, was unaware of his thought.

Instead, she was a little embarrassed when she saw Hector paying attention to the meal on the table.

"What I've prepared is just some simple fare.

It may be not to the young master's taste.

Hearing Eloise's words, Hector said lightly, "He's not a pampered rich kid. He can eat anything. Thank you very much for taking care of him today."

Eloise immediately waved her hand and said,

"Don't say that, Solomon's well behaved, uh... I just don't know what happened to him all of a sudden.."

"It has nothing to do with you, probably he's having a tiff with me. I'll call him out."

Speaking of which, Hector walked to the bedroom, knocked on the door and said,

"Solomon, it's time to go home. Come out."

Solomon didn't make a sound.

Hector seemed to have anticipated this and patiently added, "You've been crossed with me for three days, it's time to stop, and you're not a three-year-old kid anymore."

Eloise, who was standing behind, heard this and wanted to laugh for no reason.

Solomon was completely indifferent.

Hector knitted his eyebrows, and his tone turned cold, "Solomon Rogers, you've one minute to come out now, or I will barge in."

There was finally a little movement in the

room, but it seemed that Solomon still had no intention of coming out.

Eloise couldn't bear to look away.

It would be strange for Solomon to be willing to come out if Hector kept threatening and scaring him like this.

So she couldn't help suggesting, "Mr. Rogers, how about... let me try it?"