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 looked

knows what you did for her and was moved to tears.She's been trying to thank you for helping and is deeply

knitted her brows and looked at

was swept away

her so that she could cooperate and take care of the

Nicole pursed her lips.

Her eyes were full.

you withdrew the

"You're welcome."

Eric smiled lightly.

the bowl of soup to Nicole and

at the bowl and stretched out his needled hand,

Nicole frowned slightly.

calm with a hint of anticipation in

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

all of

was only injured because of

not

the bowl for

a spoon inside, so he could

was already the greatest patience she showed

calmly and held

needle holes in it

hand was

don’t have any

had suffered a

silent for a few

that Nicole was going to feed him, he suddenly heard her shout