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.

bowl of chicken soup and looked a t

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

knitted her brows and looked at

swept

could cooperate

Nicole pursed her lips.

Her eyes were full.

heard that you withdrew

"You're welcome."

Eric smiled lightly.

handed the bowl of soup to Nicole

stretched out his needled hand, which

Nicole frowned slightly.

calm with a hint

and indifferent man who looked

heart softened all of a

he was only injured

not

held the bowl for

inside, so he could drink by

was already the greatest patience she

and held up his other

needle holes in it were

hand was also

don’t have

had suffered a

for a few seconds.She took back the

thought that Nicole was going to feed him,