The Divorced Billionaire Heiress

The Divorced Billionaire Heiress chapter 2

Nicole put away her phone. She suppressed the pain in her heart and the burning sensation in her body, then braced herself and took a taxi to the City Hall.

Time passed by the minute. Eric Ferguson called Nicole twice, but no one answered, so he refused to call again.

Nicole sat on a bench looking very pale. An hour later, Eric walked over with a stern, expressionless face as he looked down at her with his cold gaze.

“What exactly are you dissatisfied with? I know that you’ve donated more blood this month, but I’ve already compensated you.”

“Let’s just get a divorce…” Nicole lifted her head and met his cold gaze. Her voice was a little mute and she no longer wanted to speak to Eric anymore.

They were never on the same page after all.

Nicole looked at the prominent features of the man in front of her. He was handsome and tall, which made her fall head over heels for him, but he never once smiled at her.

In the past, she used to be cautious not to irritate him, but now when she saw his stern face, she felt numb.

Eric looked at Nicole with a grim face. He could tolerate all of her requests or demands, but he needed a reason.

‘Does she genuinely think that she’s the only one who can donate blood?’

“Nicole, don’t regret your decision.”

regret most is marrying you three years ago.” Nicole smiled miserably. She finally thought it through, and her mind could

in this marriage with Eric

day, so there were only a few people in line and

of marriage ended so hastily, in a matter of

divorce certificate, her heart

not say anything about wanting her to stay and did not

go to

to use her

her head slightly and suddenly laughed. “Eric Ferguson, even if she dies in front of

eyes suddenly turned gloomy. “How could you curse Wendy like that when she’s sick? Don’t forget, the condition of our marriage back then is that

moment, Nicole just felt like her heart was

could only marry him because I have golden blood. I promised to donate my precious and rare Rh-null blood to Wendy

gaze flickered as she looked at him, but the

widened until she finally laughed with unbridled

to Eric Ferguson, I am just a lowly walking

damn about being your wife! Don’t worry, I’ll donate my

at

were slightly knitted. He felt inexplicably irritable. He felt that there was something not quite the same with

three years of marriage, he thought that he already knew her well. She was clingy and persistent before