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.

of chicken soup and looked a t the frail Eric

what you did for her and was moved 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

knitted her brows and

was swept away in

at her so that she could cooperate and

Nicole pursed her lips.

Her eyes were full.

heard that you withdrew the hot

"You're welcome."

Eric smiled lightly.

of soup to Nicole

bowl and stretched

Nicole frowned slightly.

and calm with a hint of anticipation in his

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

softened all of

was only injured because

not

held the bowl

spoon inside, so he could drink by

already the greatest patience she

looked at her calmly and held up

in it were

other hand

don’t have

had suffered

few seconds.She took back the

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