The Deserted Rich Beauty novel Chapter 533

At the moment Nicole was lost in thought just now, she seemed to realize that the situation in the kitchen was somewhat ambiguous yet warm.

At least, was this not the married life she dreamed of before her divorce?

However, the man was Clayton instead of Eric. Her heart did not seem to be so attached to the past anymore.

The sudden pain on her wrist came as an afterthought. Clayton held her as he led her to the faucet to rinse her wrist under running water.

Their posture was intimate and slightly ambiguous. Nicole tried to pull her hand back, but Clayton thought that it was because her wrist hurt, so he was gentler in his movements. He loosened his grip on her arm, held the spot where she was injured, and blew on her skin, looking distressed.

Nicole looked at him. The man in front of her was unfathomably gentle.

There was a slight tremor in her chest as if she had been shaken.

She hastily lowered her eyes, withdrew her hand, and smiled faintly. "It’s fine. It doesn't hurt anymore."

Nicole immediately concealed the panic in her heart.

Her wrist had just been splattered with a drop of oil. Only a blinding red patch was left behind after it was rinsed in cool water. However, it was very obvious on her fair and soft skin.

Clayton frowned as a trace of chagrin flashed in his eyes.

"I shouldn’t have let you cook... It was thoughtless of m e."

Clayton pulled her wrist and walked out as he spoke, the action somewhat forceful. It was clear that he would not let her stay in the kitchen anymore.

Nicole smiled faintly. In fact, she experienced many such accidents in the past, but she always gritted her teeth and endured the pain. The sense of accomplishment after cooking made her feel happy, especially since every meal she made was just for Eric.

However, Eric would never know that.

"What happened to Pretty Lady?"

Lil Michael trotted over and looked with dissatisfaction at his father, who was holding her hand.

Nicole sat on the sofa. "It’s nothing. I just got scalded b y some oil. But the kitchen...”

The steak was going to burn!