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

tears.She's been trying to thank you for helping and is deeply impressed by your good intentions.It's hard not to

and looked

was swept away in an

could cooperate

Nicole pursed her lips.

Her eyes were full.

you withdrew the

"You're welcome."

Eric smiled lightly.

of soup to Nicole

looked at the bowl and stretched out his

Nicole frowned slightly.

and calm with a hint

man who looked so vulnerable and helpless at this

all of a

only

should not be

the bowl for

inside, so

already the greatest

at her calmly and

holes in it were

hand was

don’t have any

had suffered

for a few seconds.She

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