The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)
Chapter 331 I'm Begging You

Nicole was really going crazy. 'Why is Eric Ferguson pestering me like an annoying fly that can't be swatted away?!'

She wanted to scold him for being unreasonable.

Eric held her wrist tightly. His voice was cold and resolute.

"Nicole, whether you believe it or not, I really regret it. I f... If I can have another chance..."

Nicole sharply interrupted him. The pain in her eyes could no longer be suppressed.

"Eric Ferguson, I've been getting nightmares about those things in the past for all these years. Ever since I met you, I haven't had a single day of happiness and joy. I don't regret saving you, but please, I'm begging you to let go of the past and stop talking about it."

Whether or not Eric regretted his past actions were of no help to Nicole's three years of suffering. It was even a little laughable.

Eric's body stiffened abruptly. He was so shaken by Nicole's fractured voice and the pain in her eyes that he could not bear to look straight at her.

Those pains were all brought by him, yet he knew nothing about it!

Nicole stared at the man's side profile in front of her, his defined jawlines, straight nose, and perfectly sculpted features. She was once so obsessed with him that she could not extricate herself. Now, all she wanted was to stay away from him!

She quickly hid her pained expression. She looked indifferent as she shifted her gaze to the front and forced a smile. "You don't need to feel sorry for me, and you don't need to regret anything. It's all in the past, so let's just move on."

Nicole thought that Eric's regret was from the guilt he felt towards her after knowing the reason she could not swim.

In fact, it was unnecessary. That was originally her one -sided love for him because he had jumped on her to save her on the streets of Europe.

However, Nicole did not want to mention this.

Her gaze was slightly averted as she turned around and got into the Stanton family's car.

Eric wanted to chase after her again, but his legs could not move. Thinking of the cold and strange gaze Nicole gave him earlier made him question what right he had to stop her. He watched silently as her car disappeared in front of him, then turned to leave.

Tattle Bar.

Eric pushed the door open and walked into the lively private room with many people inside.

Seeing Eric's sudden appearance, Keith stood up in surprise.

"Eerg, didn't you go to dinner with Nicole and her family? Why'd you come over all of a sudden?"

A few of their close friends would gather once in a while, Eric would usually be present.

However, this time he did not come and so proudly said that he had a dinner to attend.

At the mention of Nicole's name, Eric's eyes darkened. His chest felt like it was heavily struck by a sledgehammer. It was throbbing with pain.

Eric went over and sat down. The private room suddenly quieted down.

He picked up a bottle of vodka and tilted his head back to drink it. His body was exuding a cold, sullen, and bitter vibe.

Everyone was startled at this.

"Mr. Ferguson, were you agitated by something? Is it because Nicole lost her temper again?"

A slow-witted gentry next to him spoke up. This guy had only heard Keith mention that Eric always hit a wall with Nicole.

Eric's face was slightly sunken. His gaze was somber and cold, as he stopped in his movements of taking another swig of vodka.

Keith frowned. Before he could stop him, the gentry smugly tried to persuade Eric.

"This woman is really shameless. She's just a divorced woman that you didn't want anymore. It's already an honor for you to look at her, yet she dares to treat you badly?"

Keith shushed the gentry and held his head in frustration. 'It's over... This guy won't be able to continue mingling in our circle thanks to his stupid mouth!'

Under the dim light, Eric suddenly raised his head. His gloomy and cold eyes glared viciously at the gentry. They were filled with bitter coldness and even a touch of raging madness. Suddenly, Eric slammed the bottle in his hand onto the table in front of him.