Eric's footsteps approached.
"Scram."
The casually spoken word was like an invisible pressure over Xander's head, making him unable to fight back.
Xander had the sense to stop resisting and ran away swiftly with a pale face...
He could go back and cozy up to Nicole again later, but he could not offend Eric Ferguson!
Nicole did not care about Xander’s departure. She did not expect a sissy like him to have that much of a backbone, but she did not expect him to run so quickly either.
She flipped her hair casually and turned to look at Eric expressionlessly.
"You scared my man away, Mr. Ferguson. You're really capable, aren’t you?"
Eric’s eyes were deep and dark, and there was a faint emotion suppressed inside.
Nicole could not tell what it was, and she did not want to find out either.
However, she watched as the corners of his eyes turned red. His lips were also pale and sickly, making his temperament seem slightly weaker than usual.
"I'll make it up to you."
His voice was low and hoarse.
"What?"
She did not understand.
Eric stepped forward and towered above her.
She could clearly see the dense sorrow that brewed in the redness of his eyes.
"I can make it up by giving myself to you."
Nicole was willing to accept his lookalike.
Why was she unwilling to accept him?
When Eric looked at that double’s lowly attempts to ingratiate himself to her, Eric was so disgusted that he wanted to kick Xander away.
However, he could not help but want to see if Nicole would be tolerant of a double who looked so much like him.
Sure enough, she was.
She could tolerate someone who looked like him. She could taunt or joke around, as long as it was not him.
At that moment, Eric suddenly thought that he was so pathetic!
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