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

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

brows and

earlier was swept away in an

so that she could cooperate

Nicole pursed her lips.

Her eyes were full.

that you withdrew the hot

"You're welcome."

Eric smiled lightly.

of soup to Nicole and found an

at the bowl and stretched

Nicole frowned slightly.

with a

man who looked so

heart softened all of

all, he was only injured because of

not

the bowl for

spoon inside, so

already the greatest patience

and

needle holes in it

other hand was also

don’t have any

suffered

was silent for a few

Nicole was going to feed him, he suddenly heard