The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)

Chapter 233 Disturbing a Show

Ian had noticed that Nicole's zipper on the back of her dress was open.

The large track of fair skin and her bare shoulders were breathtakingly beautiful.

At first, her long hair was draped behind her, so no one noticed.

However, when she flipped her hair earlier, Ian caught this small detail.

Nicole paused in her footsteps and looked back in surprise.

Ian was already zipping her dress back up.

In the next second, the door to the lounge suddenly opened.

"I'm so sorry, Nicole. I didn't mean to disturb you while you were making out with Second Young Master

Carter. You guys carry on..."

Nicole immediately knew who it was by listening to the pretentiously sweet voice.

It was Lydia Smith.

Nicole coldly swept a glance at Lydia. "Are you blind? Which eye of yours saw us making out?"

Ian let go of Nicole at that moment and let out a cold snort. "Who is she? Is she blind?"

Lydia paused and bit her lower lip before opening the door.

She was not the only one standing outside.

Eric Ferguson was there as well.

The man’s tall figure completely blocked the light from outside.

His aura was cold and quiet, and his dark and sullen eyes were staring straight at the pair in the

lounge.

Lydia's eyes flickered as she glanced at Ian and Nicole. She spoke in a careful voice.

"I'm Lydia, Nicole's younger cousin. I'm really sorry, Nicole. I guess I was mistaken. I saw Second This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Young Master Carter taking off your clothes and assumed that..."

She hesitated, putting on a pitiful expression as if she was bullied into keeping quiet.

Nicole retracted her gaze from the man beside Lydia.

She looked at Lydia coldly. "You assumed? Why would you assume such a dirty thing? It seems like

you have a lot of experience when it comes to stuff like this, huh?"

Nicole let out a cold laugh.

Lydia's expression instantly turned ugly.

Nicole sneered. 'Is she trying to act innocent in front o f me? Her standards are just too low!’

"Nicole, you misunderstood me. I really didn't mean it. I just accidentally spilled wine on Mr. Ferguson

and brought him up for a change of clothes. I didn't expect you to be using this lounge...”

Lydia bit her lip and glanced at Nicole aggrievedly.

Nicole shifted her gaze and saw the dark stain on Eric's jacket.

She really did spill wine on him...

However, it was impossible to tell if she did it intentionally or not.

Nicole's lips curled. "Then it seems like we’re the ones who interrupted you. Carter, let's leave... Unless

you plan on staying back to watch the show instead?"

Ian raised his brows and held out his arm, letting Nicole rest her wrist on his arm like she was a queen.

When they walked to the door, Lydia eagerly made way for them.

However, Eric continued to stand there like an unmoving mountain.

The light in his eyes was dark.

He had no intention to give way.

Nicole raised her eyes. "Excuse me, Mr. Ferguson."

"What did you mean by 'show'?” Eric's voice was tinged with coldness.

'Hah... How dare he play semantics with me? In that case, I won’t be polite. This is my turf!' Nicole

thought.

Her sarcastic smile deepened as she glanced at Lydia's uneasy face.

"It's exactly what you think it means... There are dozens of guests here today, but my dear cousin had

a good eye and poured wine on you, Mr. Ferguson, out of all people. Who would believe that you two

came to the lounge together if not for the 'show' that’ll follow?"

Eric's expression darkened. His gaze was like ice and his face was tense.

It was extremely unpleasant.

Lydia naturally would not admit that her thoughts were exposed.

She looked at Eric in panic. "Of course not. I didn't do i t on purpose!"

Her eyes reddened in anxiousness.

She looked so pitiful.

"Nicole, I know that you don't like me, but you don’t have to humiliate me like this, right?"

Nicole laughed. "Humiliate you? Is there a need for other people to do that for you?"

What she meant was that Lydia was already inherently unclean.

Nicole could not be bothered with Lydia anymore.' What a waste of time!'

She walked away.

Eric stood where he was. His lips pressed into a taut line.

His expression was dark, and his brows were furrowed.

Nicole approached him and smelled the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the smell of alcohol. His

body was surrounded by a cold and austere aura.

He still did not move.

Nicole reached out and touched the soiled part of his chest, raising her brows slightly.

The distance between the two of them was extremely close.

They were so close that Nicole could hear his heartbeat.

Her lips curled into a smile and her eyes curved charmingly as she looked up at him with a cold and

noble look.

"Mr. Ferguson, hurry up and get changed then..."

Her tone was suggestive.

Eric's gaze was cold. All of a sudden, he grabbed Nicole’s hand.

Before she had the chance to resist, she was pushed into the adjacent room.

"Bam-"

The door slammed shut.

Nicole was pushed to the wall and a hand propped up next to her.

His scent enveloped her.

She struggled for a few seconds, then frowned and raised her eyes to glare at him.

Her voice was extremely cold. "Mr. Ferguson, what’s the meaning of this?"

This intimate action and close distance made Nicole extremely uncomfortable.

She was no longer the Nicole Stanton from three years ago who would swoon and be enchanted with

just a gentle glance from Eric.

This atmosphere made Nicole feel like she was no longer in control...