The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)
Chapter 533 He's Very Experienced

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 me."

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 by some oil. But the kitchen..."

The steak was going to burn!

Clayton pressed on her shoulders. "I'll get someone to handle it. Don't move..."

Nicole was a little embarrassed. She was asked to cook but she messed it up.

Hearing the words, the maid came out of her room and finished what Nicole started without any sense of presence.

Clayton found a first-aid kit and tried to apply the salve on her personally.

Lil Michael stared at the little red spot anxiously.

Nicole felt like they were making a fuss out of nothing. "I'll do it myself."

Clayton raised an eyebrow. "You don't trust me, Ms. Stanton?"

Nicole smiled somewhat helplessly. "It really doesn't hurt anymore."

It was just a slight tingling pain that could be ignored.

Clayton did not believe her and placed her hand on his knee. The two of them were sitting very closely.

He bowed his head and gently daubed her wrist with ointment. The string of words on the packaging showed that it was probably brought back from abroad. The salve felt cool on her skin. It was very comfortable. Even the tingling feeling was gone.

This was quite a good brand.

However, after the cool feeling passed, Clayton was still holding her hand. His body warmth spread to her arm, which gave her a tingling sensation and made her feel a little stiff.

She lowered her faintly flickering eyes and wanted to leave. If she continued to stay, she might really get addicted to this feeling.

To the side, Lil Michael could not bear to watch anymore. 'Why is Daddy not letting go yet?'

He broke the silence in the room.

"Pretty Lady, does it still hurt? My Daddy has a lot of experience in taking care of girls. If you feel uncomfortable, just say it..."

The room plunged into silence again.

The ambiguity in the air just now disappeared without a trace.

Clayton's movements stiffened slightly. His gaze was cold and sullen as he stared at Michael, who had succeeded in his scheme. 'Maybe it's been too long since I gave my son a beating...'