The Deserted Rich Beauty novel Chapter 233

Ian had noticed that Nicole's zipper on the back of her dress was open.

The large track of fair skin and her bare shoulders were breathtakingly beautiful.

At first, her long hair was draped behind her, so no one noticed.

However, when she flipped her hair earlier, Ian caught this small detail.

Nicole paused in her footsteps and looked back in surprise.

Ian was already zipping her dress back up.

In the next second, the door to the lounge suddenly opened.

"I'm so sorry, Nicole. I didn't mean to disturb you while you were making out with Second Young Master Carter. You guys carry on..."

Nicole immediately knew who it was by listening to the pretentiously sweet voice.

It was Lydia Smith.

Nicole coldly swept a glance at Lydia. "Are you blind? Which eye of yours saw us making out?"

Ian let go of Nicole at that moment and let out a cold snort. "Who is she? Is she blind?"

Lydia paused and bit her lower lip before opening the door.

She was not the only one standing outside.

Eric Ferguson was there as well.

The man’s tall figure completely blocked the light from outside.

His aura was cold and quiet, and his dark and sullen eyes were staring straight at the pair in the lounge.

Lydia's eyes flickered as she glanced at Ian and Nicole. She spoke in a careful voice.

"I'm Lydia, Nicole's younger cousin. I'm really sorry, Nicole. I guess I was mistaken. I saw Second Young Master Carter taking off your clothes and assumed that..."

She hesitated, putting on a pitiful expression as if she was bullied into keeping quiet.

Nicole retracted her gaze from the man beside Lydia.

She looked at Lydia coldly. "You assumed? Why would you assume such a dirty thing? It seems like you have a lot of experience when it comes to stuff like this, huh?"

Nicole let out a cold laugh.

Lydia's expression instantly turned ugly.

Nicole sneered. 'Is she trying to act innocent in front o f me? Her standards are just too low!’

"Nicole, you misunderstood me. I really didn't mean it. I just accidentally spilled wine on Mr. Ferguson and brought him up for a change of clothes. I didn't expect you to be using this lounge...”

Lydia bit her lip and glanced at Nicole aggrievedly.

Nicole shifted her gaze and saw the dark stain on Eric's jacket.

She really did spill wine on him...

However, it was impossible to tell if she did it intentionally or not.

Nicole's lips curled. "Then it seems like we’re the ones who interrupted you. Carter, let's leave... Unless you plan on staying back to watch the show instead?"

Ian raised his brows and held out his arm, letting Nicole rest her wrist on his arm like she was a queen.

When they walked to the door, Lydia eagerly made way for them.

However, Eric continued to stand there like an unmoving mountain.

The light in his eyes was dark.

He had no intention to give way.