"Let go of me.” Nicole warned Eric.
Eric did not let go of her. Instead, he hugged her tighter.
His voice carried a coldness that was hard to conceal." Who did you go to dinner with, huh?”
Eric was uncomfortable and was afraid that he would really lose her.
Nicole wrinkled her eyebrows. Eric spun her around and met her gaze. The two were in extreme proximity that was beyond the usual safe distance.
Nicole’s gaze was clear and cold as she tried to see what was wrong with Eric, but she did not notice any abnormalities.
He did not smell of alcohol.
She answered his question. "It's none of your business. I don't need to explain anything to you, right?"
Eric narrowed his eyes and smiled. A cold light flashed in his eyes.
He knew who she was out with, but he still wanted to hear that name from her mouth like some sort of masochist who enjoyed torturing himself.
"Where's my stuff?" Nicole reminded him.
"What stuff?" "You tricked me?!"
Eric laughed. He only wanted to find an excuse for her to leave the dinner, but he did not expect it to be more than an hour later.
His patience wore off little by little as he became manic. He had no choice but to hold back.
Eric casually took a flash drive from his car and put it into Nicole's bag.
Nicole saw this and tried to push him away from her body, but Eric was unmoving. His gaze was dark as he looked at her.
The two of them stared at each other for more than ten seconds, but no one gave in.
Nicole suddenly realized that this was Eric's true self.
His previous compromise was just an act.
Eric inadvertently swept over the navy-blue gift box that Nicole was holding. For some reason, his heart felt like it had been pierced by a needle.
After a moment of stinging pain, he yanked it away without hesitation and opened it.
The chrysanthemum made of gold was exquisite.
Without needing to guess, Eric already knew who this gift was from.
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