The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)
Chapter 508 I'll Make It up to You

Eric's footsteps approached.

"Scram."

The casually spoken word was like an invisible pressure over Xander's head, making him unable to fight back.

Xander had the sense to stop resisting and ran away swiftly with a pale face...

He could go back and cozy up to Nicole again later, but he could not offend Eric Ferguson!

Nicole did not care about Xander's departure. She did not expect a sissy like him to have that much of a backbone, but she did not expect him to run so quickly either.

She flipped her hair casually and turned to look at Eric expressionlessly.

"You scared my man away, Mr. Ferguson. You're really capable, aren't you?"

Eric's eyes were deep and dark, and there was a faint emotion suppressed inside.

Nicole could not tell what it was, and she did not want to replace out either.

However, she watched as the corners of his eyes turned red. His lips were also pale and sickly, making his temperament seem slightly weaker than usual.

"I'll make it up to you."

His voice was low and hoarse.

"What?"

She did not understand.

Eric stepped forward and towered above her.

She could clearly see the dense sorrow that brewed in the redness of his eyes.

"I can make it up by giving myself to you."

Nicole was willing to accept his lookalike.

Why was she unwilling to accept him?

When Eric looked at that double's lowly attempts to ingratiate himself to her, Eric was so disgusted that he wanted to kick Xander away.

However, he could not help but want to see if Nicole would be tolerant of a double who looked so much like him.

Sure enough, she was.

She could tolerate someone who looked like him. She could taunt or joke around, as long as it was not him.

At that moment, Eric suddenly thought that he was so pathetic!

Despair swept over him and engulfed him in the darkness. He could only watch her shine brightly but could never reach her.

That damned lookalike even dared to come near her and ogled at her with greed and desire in his eyes.

Eric could not stand it any longer.

Nicole snorted softly. Her eyes were ice cold when she looked at him. "I can't afford you."

The pleasant voice was devoid of warmth.

Eric's face was tense as he desperately tried to control his emotions.

However, he could not hold back his composure that was crumbling inch by inch.

Nicole continued to stab knives into his heart. "You're a liar. Does it feel good to play me like a fool?"

She pressed forward.

Eric's expression froze, and his dim eyes finally seemed to compromise.

"I'm sorry."

Nicole looked at him silently.

Eric raised his eyes, which were filled with guilt and endless selfishness. "My leg was already recovered when I came back from Santos Island, but I didn't tell you because I didn't want to lose the chance to be close to you. I don't want my leg to recover. That way, I could see you all the time."

Nicole frowned. 'Huh...'

Eric was silent for a while. "Also, I didn't instruct Keith to be so talkative in front of Clayton. He acted on his own initiative and betrayed me. I won't let him off the hook."

His voice was frigid. He grew furious at the mention of this matter.

Keith, his best friend, actually dragged him through the mud this time.

It was unforgivable!

The corners of Nicole's lips curled into a cold smile.

After that incident, Keith sent her some essay-length messages from time to time just to "whitewash" Eric.

She never replied.

There was no use crying over spilled milk.

Did they think she would believe it?

"Mr. Ferguson, what's the use of saying this now?"

Nicole was speechless. If she had not found out that his leg was recovered, how long would he continue to pretend?