Nicole took a sip and did not drink much, but Gerard drank with gusto.
Eric, who was sitting to the side, did not say a word. His eyes occasionally glanced over to Nicole.
His stares were prickling, making it so that she could not ignore him even if she wanted to.
Nicole tilted her head, unable to bear it. What was he looking at?
"What are you looking at me for, Mr. Ferguson?"
Eric’s figure was tall and straight as he sat there casually. His collar was opened to reveal his delicate and cold collarbone, his shirt was tucked into his pants, and his straight legs were so long that there was no place to put them. His legs almost occupied Nicole’s position.
Two pairs of eyes met each other.
Eric's eyes changed a few times in a complicated manner, and his voice was low as he spoke.
"Didn't you look at me first?"
There was a hint of deep coldness in his tone.
'If you weren't looking at me, how would you know that I was looking at you?'
It was an endless loop that had no definite starting point.
'Eric F*ckerson is so unreasonable!’
Nicole took a deep breath and told herself not to bicker with him.
Otherwise, she would die from anger sooner or later.
She looked away and smiled at Gerard.
"How is the autopilot driving project going?"
Gerard became extremely excited at that mention.
"Although we’re not the first to research this project, our current research results can be regarded as the forefront of the world. Some of our core technologies are beyond the reach of foreign countries!"
Nicole raised her brows. "Has it been tested?"
Gerard nodded and shared the joy of this milestone with a pleasant surprise.
"We've added the most advanced Al sensing system to the chip and assembled it with brakes and acceleration.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)