Chapter 331
The Divorced Billionaire Heiress
Chapter 331 Iâm Begging You
Nicole was really going crazy. âWhy is Eric Ferguson pestering me like an annoying fly that canât be
swatted away?!â She wanted to scold him for being unreasonable.
Eric held her wrist tightly. His voice was cold and resolute. âNicole, whether you believe it or not, I really
regret it. If⦠If I can have another chanceâ¦â Nicole sharply interrupted him.
The pain in her eyes could no longer be suppressed. âEric Ferguson, Iâve been getting nightmares about
those things in the past for all these years.
Ever since I met you, I havenât had a single day of happiness and joy. I donât regret saving you, but
please, I âm begging you to let go of the past and stop talking about it.â
Whether or not Eric regretted his past actions were of no help to Nicoleâs three years of suffering. It was
even a little laughable. Ericâs body stiffened abruptly.
He was so shaken by Nicoleâs 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 manâs 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, â âYou donât need to feel
sorry for me, and you donât need to regret anything.
Itâs all in the past, so letâs just move on.â Nicole thought that Ericâs 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 familyâs 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 Ericâs sudden appearance, Keith stood up in surprise.
âFerg, didnât you go to dinner with Nicole and her family? Whyâd you come over all of a sudden?â 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
Nicoleâs name, Ericâs 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. âMr. Ferguson, were you agitated by something? Is it because Nicole lost
her temper again?â â A slow-witted gentry next to him spoke up.
This guy had only heard Keith mention that Eric always hit a wall with Nicole. Ericâs 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. âThis woman is really
shameless.
Sheâs just a divorced woman that you didnât want anymore. Itâs already an honor for you to look at her,
yet she dares to treat you badly?â Keith shushed the gentry and held his head in frustration.
âItâs over⦠This guy wonât be able to continue mingling in our circle thanks to his stupid mouth!â 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.