The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)
Chapter 1969 Will You Hate Me?

Nicole and Clayton had been restraining their love for each other all day.

When they finally had time alone, they did not push each other away.

They embraced each other tightly and expressed their love for each other through their kiss.

Clayton seemed to have become a new person. He tried to restrain his strength, but he could not express his emotions properly if he was gentle.

When Clayton took Nicole back from Falcon, he never asked her if she was afraid of him at that moment.

He was afraid of her answer.

So, he changed his question to, "do you

miss me?'

The surroundings were so quiet that they could hear the clock ticking.

Nicole was tired from standing, and her legs felt weak. She could only stand up because Clayton was supporting her waist.

Clayton was reluctant to let go of her, so he carried her bridal style back to their bedroom.

They finally kissed without hesitation.

Clayton seemed to be more aggressive than usual and showed her no mercy.

Nicole pushed him weakly between breaths.

"Take it easy. Did I recognize the wrong person when I came back?"

How did he become a different person?

Clayton froze.

Even so, he did not decrease his strength in the slightest and even became more reckless.

Nicole was tormented by him. In the beginning, she could still respond positively.

Toward the end, she did not want to move anymore.

In the past, Clayton would still think about her physical state and feelings in bed, so it would end on a perfect note for the two of them.

But today, Clayton was like a beast that rushed out of its cage, wanting to declare his sovereignty over her.

As dusk approached, the colors of sunset gradually darkened.

In the middle of the night, Nicole woke up from thirst.

Clayton immediately went over to hug her, and his voice was extremely gentle.

"Are you thirsty?"

Nicole snorted. Soon after, she felt a straw on her lips.

She was slightly awake and took a sip of the warm water. It was very soothing.

After Nicole had enough water, Clayton put the glass back :g!?VMT? patted her gently.

"Go back to sleep."

Nicole moved around. Although she could feel that her body was sore and tired, she felt clean and refreshed.

Clayton probably washed up for her.

He seemed like a child who did something wrong and acted cautiously for fear that Nicole would settle accounts with him.

However, he did not leave any evidence of his "crime". After all, he had always been so considerate that Nicole could not replace any fault with him.

As soon as Nicole fell asleep, she could vaguely hear Clayton's soft voice beside her, "I'm sorry, baby."

Nicole was in a daze, so she did not know whether she should continue to sleep or wake up and listen to him.

While she was in a dilemma, she heard him continue, "I'm sorry that you saw such an ugly side of me, and I'm sorry for making you suffer. Will you hate me?"

He was apprehensive, and his voice drifted like a cloud into her consciousness.

Nicole woke up.

Her eyes were watery as she reached out and touched Clayton's face.

"How can such a handsome man like you be ugly? I calmly accepted the danger ahead for you because I knew that you'd definitely come to save me, so I wasn't afraid. I was just worried that something would happen to you when you came to rescue me."

Clayton was silent for a few seconds, and his dark eyes stared intently at Nicole.

The unspeakable emotions in his heart spread throughout his body and made him feel unbelievably fulfilled.

When he was worried about her, she was also worried about him.

Clayton could not remember how many times he escaped from death, and he was so used to it.

If he was not lucky enough to escape one day, he would not have left many worries behind.

However, Clayton was now reluctant to die.

Otherwise, what would happen to Nicole?

He could not bear to see her sad.

Clayton stretched out his hand and held her in his arms. He lowered his head to sniff the light fragrance of her body and closed his eyes.

"Baby, I love you..."

After a few seconds, he heard Nicole's half-awake and confused voice.

"Mm, I love you too."

Early the next morning.

Nicole could not get up, but a soft little body kept rolling around her bed and licking her face from time to time.

She opened her eyes slightly and looked at the little girl who was sitting there, looking fair and tender and staring at her without crying or making a fuss.

In an instant, Nicole's morning rage instantly disappeared.

She looked down at her body. Fortunately, Clayton had already changed her into a set of clean pajamas that covered the marks he left on her body. However, some of the marks could not be covered.

Fortunately, Chatty did not pay attention to these.

Nicole held her arms up with some sleepiness in her eyes. She pinched Chatty's little arms which were soft like dinner rolls.

"Good morning, baby!"

Chatty smiled brightly, climbed to Nicole's side, and obediently kissed Nicole's face.

Nicole watched in surprise and joy and hurriedly returned a dozen more kisses to Chatty.

Chatty could not stand her mother's enthusiasm, so she quickly climbed out of bed to look for her father.

The little girl still could not stand firmly, but after some practice with Tigger, Chatty could crawl very fast.

Nicole still remembered Floyd excitedly showing off to his old friends that his granddaughter could crawl.

She finally understood Floyd's mood. The moments she witnessed with her own eyes were certainly very exciting.

Nicole smiled as she dragged herself out of the bed to wash up.

When she went out and saw Clayton working in the kitchen, she was stunned for a moment.

Chatty was babbling as she crawled around Clayton's feet.

Too bad, they could not understand a word Chatty was saying.

However, this scene left a deep impression on Nicole. She smiled as she walked over and saw the sumptuous breakfast on the dining table.

Nicole raised her eyebrows slightly.

'My beloved Mr. Sloan, why are you cooking? Where's the nanny?"

Clayton glanced at Nicole. "Did Chatty wake you up?"

He looked down at his daughter disapprovingly.

Chatty seemed to know that her father was upset, so she obediently hugged Clayton's leg and rubbed her little face against it. She even smiled to express her apology. Clayton turned around with a smile and said in a warm voice, "The nanny has a family emergency, so I gave her a day off. So, I'll take care of you today. Do you like that?" Nicole sat at the dining table and looked at him with a smile.

"I couldn't ask for more"

Clayton served the vegetable soup and lowered his head to speak to Chatty, "Let's get ready for brekkie!"

Chatty happily crawled to the table and grabbed the table leg, trying to stand up.

Although she was not as tall as the table leg, it did not affect her enthusiasm for eating.

Nicole smiled and watched for a while before she carried Chatty and put her on the high chair.

Chatty happily shook her legs and watched as Clayton put an appetizing shrimp and vegetable chowder in front of Nicole. She then looked down at her empty little table and babbled in dissatisfaction as a sign of protest.

Clayton smiled and pointed at her. "Wait a sec, I forgot to make you a bottle of milk."

He turned around to look for Chatty's milk bottle, made a small bottle of milk with ease, and put it in front of Chatty.

Chatty looked at her bottle and started to sob aggrievedly when she compared it to the colorful and sumptuous breakfast on the table.