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

trying to thank you for helping and is deeply impressed by your good intentions.It's hard

knitted her brows and

was swept away

so that she could cooperate and take care of the patient's

Nicole pursed her lips.

Her eyes were full.

you withdrew the

"You're welcome."

Eric smiled lightly.

soup to Nicole and found an

at the bowl and stretched out his

Nicole frowned slightly.

with a hint of anticipation

indifferent man who looked so vulnerable

all of

he was only

not be

held the bowl

so he

the greatest patience she

looked at her calmly and held up his other

holes in it were clearly

other hand was

have any

had suffered a

silent for a few seconds.She took

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