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.

came in with a bowl of chicken soup and looked a

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

and

swept away in

could

Nicole pursed her lips.

Her eyes were full.

heard that you withdrew the

"You're welcome."

Eric smiled lightly.

handed the bowl of soup to Nicole and found

and stretched

Nicole frowned slightly.

frank and calm with a hint of anticipation in

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

softened all of a

only injured

not

the

spoon inside, so he could

already the greatest patience

looked at her calmly and held up

holes in it were

other hand

have any

had suffered a lot

for a few

was going to feed him, he suddenly heard