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.”

I regret most is marrying you three years ago.” Nicole smiled miserably. She finally

enough in this marriage with Eric

the day, so there were only a few people in

years of marriage ended so hastily, in a

held the divorce certificate,

not say anything about wanting her to stay and did not even

to

to use her one

and suddenly laughed. “Eric Ferguson, even if she dies in front of me in the future, I won’t waste

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 you’ll donate blood at any time she needs

felt like her heart was stabbed. She was overwhelmed

marry him because I have golden blood. I promised to donate my precious and rare Rh-null blood to Wendy Quade whenever she needed

him, but the man’s eyes only had his

until she finally laughed with

ago that to Eric Ferguson, I am just a lowly walking blood

wife! Don’t worry, I’ll donate my blood

at Eric and turned to

not quite the same with Nicole today, but he could not describe the feeling. It was like

he thought that he already knew her well. She was clingy and persistent before they got married, but she became a meek