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.

soup and

have to stay strong.Ms.Stanton knows what you did for her and was moved to tears.She's been trying to thank

knitted her brows and looked at Toto

gloominess earlier was swept away in

her so that she could cooperate and take

Nicole pursed her lips.

Her eyes were full.

heard that you withdrew

"You're welcome."

Eric smiled lightly.

to Nicole and found an excuse to

the bowl and stretched out

Nicole frowned slightly.

a

usually cold and indifferent man who looked so vulnerable and helpless at

all of a

all, he was only injured

not be

held the bowl for

so he

the greatest patience she showed

calmly and held up his other

in it

other hand was also

don’t have

had suffered a

few

that Nicole was going to feed him, he