The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric) novel Chapter 391

Mitchell sucked in a cold breath at Nicole's words, not knowing how to answer.

However, the person lying on the bed pretending to be a corpse could no longer hold back and got up in the next second. 1

"You want to cremate me so soon?!”

Eric’s chest was heaving violently, but no one knew if i t was because of suffocation or anger.

He finally woke up after surviving a car crash, but he almost died from anger because of Nicole!

When Eric woke up, Mitchell described how worried and desperate Nicole had been in vivid detail.

Eric felt a vigor in his body again. 'Looks like I didn't get injured for nothing!’

Unfortunately, he could not see for himself how sad Nicole had been for him.

Thus, Eric came up with the idea of playing dead.

‘Maybe I can take this opportunity to get back together with her...'

However, Nicole only asked about his funeral arrangements as soon as she saw him "dead".

Eric could not endure it.

Nicole stood there with a calm expression, looking at him with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Oh, so you weren't dead?”

Eric was speechless.

It was fine if she did not show him the warmth and affection that he imagined, but why did she look disappointed when she found out that he was not dead?

Eric’s jaws tightened with an aggrieved look on his face. The corners of his eyes reddened, and he stared a t her without speaking.

Nicole was quiet for a second. Her heart turned bitter. She withdrew her taunting gaze.

"I'm glad that you're not dead, Eric."

She was extremely glad that he was alive.

As soon as he heard this, Eric smiled. The gloom from before vanished in an instant.

He reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Nicole did not expect him to be so strong when he was injured, so she was unprepared and crashed into his embrace.

The refreshing minty smell of his body instantly swept over her consciousness. His heartbeat was strong and steady.

Her eyes subconsciously reddened.

She realized that he was hugging her tightly, but she did not struggle because she was afraid of agitating his wounds. He stroked her hair gently.

His voice was raspy and low. "I almost didn't get to see you again..."