The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric) novel Chapter 833

Nicole raised her eyes to look at Eric silently without making a sound.

She suspected that Eric drugged it.

Just in time, Logan came in with their coffee.

"President, Mr. Ferguson, your coffee..."

Without another word, Nicole picked up a cup and drank it in one gulp.

Nicole felt the strong taste of coffee in her mouth. The salty-sweet mix in her mouth was explosive and intense. Her expression eased as she slowly put the coffee down. She was extremely elegant.

Nicole looked at Eric’s slightly grim face and Logan’s furrowed brow.

She smiled faintly and looked at Logan.

"The coffee is good. I want another cup..."

Logan's keen gaze fell to the bowl of stew on the table and lingered for two seconds. He then fully understood.

"Yes, President..."

Once Logan left, Eric narrowed his eyes, picked up the coffee, and took a sip, slightly disdainful.

Nicole took the tissue and gently wiped the corners of her mouth. She smiled politely.

"The stew is not bad. Thanks."

Eric let out a long breath of relief. The joy of success shone between his eyebrows.

"To express my apology, I'll come every day to send it t o you from now on."

Nicole's face stiffened. "There's no need for such trouble."

Eric stroked his brow. "It's no trouble. I'll just keep coming until you unblock me."

Nicole paused, took out her phone, scrolled through it, and gave Eric a look.

"I should reflect on myself. We're business partners after all, so I shouldn't just block you as I please. Don't worry, Mr. Ferguson, such a thing won't happen in the future."

Nicole's attitude was so clear and decisive, which Eric did not expect.

She even guaranteed that it would not happen again?

Eric simply dared not think about it.

His eyebrows were relaxed, but later, there was also some disappointment from not being able to bring her food every day. What a pity!

Nicole thought, 'Please leave me alone!'

Eric received an urgent call from Mitchell. Eric's face

Since the place was booked, Nicole had no choice but t o go.

When Nicole got there, the inside of the bar was finally normal with noisy, ear-splitting music, which made people’s hearts surge with excitement.

Once Nicole went in, many people whistled at her.

Nicole wore a light-colored shirt, which was tucked in a narrow skirt that outlined her thin waist and made her legs look straight, long, and beautiful. Her figure was so sleek up to her ankle.

Her leg injury had just recovered, so her family did not allow her to wear high heels. Thus, she chose a pair of low-heeled shoes, but it did not affect her clear and imposing aura.

Nicole ignored the extra stares.

She walked to the bar, sent a text message to Yvette, and waited downstairs.

The bartender pushed over a cocktail and stared straight at her face.

Nicole lifted her eyelids. "I didn't order it."

The bartender said, "It's my treat." "Thanks, but no need."

The bartender pushed the QR code of his bank account to her.

His tone was implicit. "I've already paid for this, so if you don’t wanna accept it, you can transfer it back to me..."