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.

a bowl of chicken soup and looked a t the frail Eric

to tears.She's been trying to thank you for helping and is deeply impressed by your good intentions.It's hard not to fall for an excellent

her brows and looked

swept away in

so that she could cooperate and take care

Nicole pursed her lips.

Her eyes were full.

that you withdrew the

"You're welcome."

Eric smiled lightly.

to Nicole and found an excuse

bowl and stretched out his needled hand,

Nicole frowned slightly.

a hint of anticipation in his

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

heart softened all

was only injured

not be

held the bowl

a spoon inside, so he

was already the greatest patience she

calmly and held up

holes in it were clearly

other hand was

have any

suffered a lot

for a few seconds.She

when Eric thought that Nicole was going to feed him, he suddenly