The Deserted Rich Beauty novel Chapter 781

Nicole was just about to open her mouth to shout for her third brother and was prepared to kiss the ground when her wheelchair suddenly stopped falling thirty centimeters away from the ground.

It seemed that someone grabbed the wheelchair behind her. Immediately after, the man’s strong and sturdy arms reached over and picked her up along with the wheelchair. Nicole did not look up. She could smell the fragrance of smoke and felt a sullen chill.

Nicole knew without thinking that the man was not from the Stanton Mansion because no one would dare to surprise her like that.

Immediately after, Nicole was placed on the flat ground on the side, and the wheelchair was placed properly and smoothly.

Nicole then saw the calm face that suddenly seemed magnified in front of her eyes.

Eric Ferguson.

'Was he so impatient from waiting outside that he can't resist barging in?’

The butler and bodyguard at the door saw him running in and had already chased him over.

"Miss..."

Nicole raised her hand. The butler understood her signal and led the others to retreat.

Eric’s eyes were completely bloodshot. His complexion was awful, and the faint smell of smoke o n him added to his haggardness.

He bent his knees, squatted in front of her, with one knee on the ground.

"Nicole, I have something to say to you."

When he was outside and waited until now, he was sure that she would not take the initiative to see him.

However, he refused to leave just like that. If he did not explain this matter to her clearly, things between them would really be over.

Thus, Eric dodged the bodyguards and servants that were standing guard and jumped down from an inconspicuous place.

Eric was a trained soldier and had martial arts skills. Otherwise, he would have been found out even if he did not die from jumping down from that high wall.

Fortunately, he came in time and saved the helpless, wheelchair-bound Nicole.

Seeing Nicole's bewildered and helpless look, Eric felt heartbroken.

Nicole had a cold intent in her eyes, but she still smiled in a detached and polite manner.

"Mr. Ferguson, you don’t even go through the front door now?"

What roguish behavior!

Eric pursed his lips and looked at her with a complicated gaze.