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.

with a bowl of chicken soup and looked a t the frail Eric with

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

knitted her brows and

gloominess earlier was swept away in an

so that she could cooperate and take care of the

Nicole pursed her lips.

Her eyes were full.

that you

"You're welcome."

Eric smiled lightly.

to Nicole and found an excuse to

at the bowl and stretched out

Nicole frowned slightly.

a hint

indifferent man

heart softened all of

he was only

not

held the

inside, so he

was already the greatest patience she showed

her calmly and

in

hand was

don’t have

had suffered

few seconds.She

going to feed him, he suddenly heard her shout