The Deserted Rich Beauty novel Chapter 2037

In an instant, Cheryl froze in place.

She suddenly understood all of Eric's abnormal behavior tonight.

Eric bid a sky-high price for that raw diamond not because of Chery’s passing compliment, but because he wanted to give the best things to Nicole, even when Nicole was already married to someone else!

Thus, when Nicole offered a price, Eric immediately stopped bidding.

Was it because he was afraid that Nicole would spend more money, or because he was afraid that Nicole would get angry?

Cheryl could not imagine what was the relationship between Eric and Nicole.

Thinking of this, Cheryl immediately called Gerard.

Her tone was restrained and calm.

"Brother, what's the relationship between Mr. Ferguson and Ms. Stanton?"

Gerard was silent. "You just returned to Mediania, so you don't know what happened between them. Anyway, don’t harbor any thoughts about him."

After speaking, Gerard hung up the phone.

Cheryl stood there in a trance when Eric's driver came over and asked her, "Ms.

Eichman, do you need me to take you home?"

She looked in Nicole's direction.

Cheryl saw the bodyguard handing over the velvet box to Nicole, but Nicole just thanked him indifferently without taking it. Nicole rolled up the car window while the bodyguard stood there, holding the box awkwardly.

Soon, Clayton got into the car, and their car disappeared from Cheryl's sight.

Cheryl looked back at the driver.

"Yes, please. Thank you."

She said dryly.

Cheryl went through a roller coaster of emotions that night.

Nicole took out her phone to look at her message and replied with interest.

Clayton leaned over. "What?"

Nicole said, "The Great Miss Yvette Quimbey is coming back!"

Clayton raised his eyebrows. "I didn't hear that she settled the mess in Cali. Why did she suddenly give up?"

After all, when Yvette left back then, she looked so determined to solve the problem before she would return.

Nicole smiled and sighed as she looked at the passing scenery outside.

"She's pregnant, so Lance won't let her stay there for too long."

Clayton laughed :a%:WNW< stroked the tip of his eyebrow.

"That's great! At least you won’t be bored anymore with another friend around."

Nicole smiled and nodded.

"Yeah! I just feel that I'm missing out on a lot of interesting things during this time without Yvette."

Am I boring?”

Don't you know that absence makes the heart grow fonder?"

"Are you implying that I'm too clingy?" Clayton frowned in dissatisfaction.

"I like clingy people."

Nicole hurriedly leaned over to hug Clayton's lean waist and chuckled.

Clayton helplessly let her hug him.

Every time they bickered, Nicole was always on the verge of making him angry, but she would always coax him a second before he got angry.

Clayton could not help it because Nicole already figured out Clayton's temper.

The day of Old Master Ferguson's funeral arrived.

Nicole and Grant attended together.

This was due to their connections in the industry, so it did not matter whether Kai and Maverick attended.

Floyd also did not attend because of his identity.

Clayton dropped by for a short while and left in a hurry. He did not stay a second longer.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

The funeral that Eric hosted was not low-key. It was held in a secluded manor owned by the Ferguson family. All media reporters were barred from entering.

Anyone who entered must have their identity verified repeatedly.

The weather was a little gloomy that day.

The breeze was also chilly.

Out of respect, all those who went dressed modestly.

When Nicole and Grant went in, Mitchell came to greet them personally.

The memorial hall was grand. However, Old Master Ferguson had been cremated long ago, so a black and white photo of him was placed in the middle.

The air in the hall was cold and solemn.

The Stanton siblings bowed in front of Old Master Ferguson’s portrait and could smell the fragrance of sandalwood.

Eric looked a little embarrassed, and he could not hide his tiredness.

However, he walked over when the Stantons came to offer their respects.