The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)
Chapter 573 What a Coincidence, Baby

Clayton immediately changed the topic.

The two of them talked for a while. Nicole also asked about Lil Michael's recent situation.

After hearing that Nicole had sent him a whole box of test papers, Lil Michael was so angry that he cried the whole night. Clayton could not even coax him to sleep.

Gradually, the atmosphere between them felt relaxed.

While they were laughing, a waiter's welcome greeting sounded a bit abrupt.

A few seconds later, a cold gaze stared at the two people from the window.

Nicole only felt a chill from behind. Before she could react, a cold, hard arm suddenly landed on her shoulders and wrapped around her waist without allowing her to resist as the man sat next to her.

She was slightly stunned. Eric had a smile on his face, but his dark eyes stared at her intently. He gritted his teeth as he said, "What a coincidence, baby..."

That nickname made the temperature around them plunge to freezing point in an instant.

Nicole looked at him coldly. "Let go."

"Nicole!" He suppressed the raging emotions under his eyes and said her name in a low voice.

'Why is she so heartless? I've already been so humble, yet she still rejected all my invites for breakfast, lunch, and dinner several days in a row. Now, she's actually free to have dinner with Clayton Sloan?! Does that mean she just doesn't want to eat with me? Ugh!'

Eric was so vexed that he could not stand it any longer.

Across the table, Clayton's eyes darkened. He laughed to break the awkward silence.

"Mr. Ferguson, there are people around watching us, so please show some respect to Ms. Stanton."

Eric came out for dinner with many people behind him.

It just so happened that he ran into these two here.

Eric's gaze sank. He felt like he was quenched in ice. H e gritted his teeth and slowly withdrew his hand from her waist.

He needed to respect Nicole in public. Otherwise, it would just make Clayton seem like the more sensible person among them.

"Mr. Sloan, you're so free to disregard your business and always put your attention on the wrong place."

Eric was implying something.

"Mr. Ferguson, you're a busy man, so don't make your guests wait for you. You should hurry over because we can't afford to delay your business."

Clayton held a warm smile, but his eyes had an uncompromising chill that was comparable to Eric's.

Both men had the same opportunity with Nicole, so neither would admit defeat.

Eric could not remain calm when he thought that Clayton even had dinner with Nicole's family. His chest was heaving. How could he tolerate the two of them eating together alone?

He glanced at the group of people he had brought with him and said in a deep voice, "Mitchell, take the others with you. I'll join you later."

"Yes, sir."

Mitchell answered and politely led the group to a booth far away.

Eric looked at Nicole's clear eyes that did not care for him at all. His face instantly sank, but he only dared to target Clayton.

He looked at Nicole and pretended to be intimate with her as he reached out to tuck her hair behind her ears.

Eric said in a gentle voice, "I'll come back soon. You should eat something first, so you don't get hungry later."

It was a gesture of concern, but to Nicole, Eric was just pretending again.

'His acting skills really improved, huh?"

Nicole completely ignored Eric's presence and lowered her head to take a bite of the dessert in front of her.

Eric grimaced and shot a warning glance at Clayton before he got up to leave.

Clayton looked at his back with a meaningful gaze.

"Mr. Ferguson seems to have changed a lot..."

Nicole raised her eyes to look at Clayton. "Maybe he's just agitated."

Clayton chuckled and did not say anything. He felt that something had happened between them.

Eric went to his booth for a toast and came back out, leaving the rest to Mitchell.

He was distracted and could not stay for another second.

Seeing the way Nicole and Clayton were talking and laughing, Eric's heart sank.

'This woman really treats me as an insignificant plaything? But I haven't even fulfilled my obligation as a plaything!'