The Deserted Rich Beauty

Nicole subconsciously wanted to help Eric hold up the IV fluid.

The needle on his right hand was about to fall off.

Beads of blood were seeping out.

Eric's face was miserably pale, and his thin lips were pressed into a straight line.

His eyes lit up for a moment when he saw her.

"Nicole, come in..."

He took a few steps backward and lay back down on the bed.

Nicole stood in the doorway and watched as Eric struggled to hang the IV fluid back in place, so she walked over to help him.

She looked down at him.

"Mr.Ferguson, how are you feeling?"

Eric's eyes flickered slightly as he smiled.

"Much better now.You didn’t catch a cold, right?"

Eric raised his eyes.

His face was pale, and his voice was still a bit raspy.

His gaze when Nicole looked at him was suffused with sadness.

It was quite pitiful.

"No.Nicole's heart trembled slightly.She walked to the chair opposite the bed and sat down as if nothing had happened.

came in with a bowl of chicken soup and looked

was moved to tears.She's been trying to thank you for helping and is deeply impressed by your good intentions.It's hard

and looked

was swept away in an

she could cooperate and take

Nicole pursed her lips.

Her eyes were full.

that you withdrew the hot

"You're welcome."

Eric smiled lightly.

the bowl of soup to Nicole and found an excuse to

and stretched out his needled

Nicole frowned slightly.

looked frank and calm with a hint

indifferent man who looked so vulnerable

softened all

all, he was only injured because of

not be

held the bowl

was a spoon inside, so he

was already the greatest patience she showed

at her calmly and held up his

needle holes in it

other hand was

have

suffered

for a few seconds.She took back the

going to feed him, he