Chapter 233
The Divorced Billionaire Heiress
Chapter 233 Disturbing a Show
Ian had noticed that Nicoleâs zipper on the back of her dress was open. The large track of fair skin and
her bare shoulders were breathtakingly beautiful.
At first, her long hair was draped behind her, so no one noticed. However, when she flipped her hair
earlier, Ian caught this small detail.
Nicole paused in her footsteps and looked back in surprise. Ian was already zipping her dress back up.
In the next second, the door to the lounge suddenly opened.
âIâm so sorry, Nicole. I didnât mean to disturb you while you were making out with Second Young Master
Carter.
You guys carry onâ¦.â Nicole immediately knew who it was by listening to the pretentiously sweet voice.
It was Lydia Smith. Nicole coldly swept a glance at Lydia.â Are you blind? Which eye of yours saw us
making out?â Ian let go of Nicole at that moment and let out a cold snort.
âWho is she? Is she blind?â Lydia paused and bit her lower lip before opening the door. She was not the
only one standing outside. Eric Ferguson was there as well.
The manâs tall figure completely blocked the light from outside. His aura was cold and quiet, and his dark
and sullen eyes were staring straight at the pair in the lounge.
Lydiaâs eyes flickered as she glanced at Ian and Nicole. She spoke in a careful voice. âIâm Lydia, Nicoleâs
younger cousin. Iâm really sorry, Nicole. I guess I was mistaken.
I saw Second Young Master Carter taking off your clothes and assumed thatâ¦â She hesitated, putting on
a pitiful expression as if she was bullied into keeping quiet.
Nicole retracted her gaze from the man beside Lydia. She looked at Lydia coldly.
âYou assumed? Why would you assume such a dirty thing? It seems like you have a lot of experience
when it comes to stuff like this, huh?â Nicole let out a cold laugh. Lydiaâs expression instantly turned ugly.
Nicole sneered. âIs she trying to act innocent in front of me? Her standards are just too low!â âNicole, you
misunderstood me. I really didnât mean it.
I just accidentally spilled wine on Mr. Ferguson and brought him up for a change of clothes. I didnât
expect you to be using this loungeâ¦â Lydia bit her lip and glanced at Nicole aggrievedly.
Nicole shifted her gaze and saw the dark stain on Ericâs jacket. She really did spill wine on himâ¦
However, it was impossible to tell if she did it intentionally or not. Nicoleâs lips curled.
âThen it seems like weâre the ones who interrupted you. Carter, letâs leave⦠Unless you plan on staying
back to watch the show instead?â Ian raised his brows and held out his arm, letting Nicole rest her wrist
on his arm like she was a queen.
When they walked to the door, Lydia eagerly made way for them. However, Eric continued to stand there
like an unmoving mountain.
The light in his eyes was dark. He had no intention to give way. Nicole raised her eyes.
âExcuse me, Mr. â Ferguson.â âWhat did you mean by âshowâ?â Ericâs voice was tinged with coldness.
âHah⦠How dare he play semantics with me? In that case, I wonât be polite.
This is my turf!â Nicole thought. Her sarcastic smile deepened as she glanced at Lydiaâs uneasy face. âItâs
exactly what you think it meansâ¦
There are dozens of guests here today, but my dear cousin had a good eye and poured wine on you, Mr.
Ferguson, out of all people.
Who would believe that you two came to the lounge together if not for the âshow thatâll follow?â Ericâs
expression darkened. His gaze was like ice and his face was tense.
It was extremely unpleasant. Lydia naturally would not admit that her thoughts were exposed.
She looked at Eric in panic. âOf course not. I didnât do it on purpose!â Her eyes reddened in anxiousness.
She looked so pitiful.
âNicole, I know that you donât like me, but you donât have to humiliate me like this, right?â Nicole laughed.
âHumiliate you? Is there a need for other people to do that for you?â What she meant was that Lydia was
already inherently unclean.
Nicole could not be bothered with Lydia anymore. âWhat a waste of time!â She walked away.
Eric stood where he was. His lips pressed into a taut line. His expression was dark, and his brows were
furrowed.
Nicole approached him and smelled the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the smell of alcohol.
His body was surrounded by a cold and austere aura. He still did not move.
Nicole reached out and touched the soiled part of his chest, raising her brows slightly The distance
between the two of them was extremely close. They were so close that Nicole could hear his heartbeat.
Her lips curled into a smile and her eyes curved charmingly as she looked up at him with a cold and
noble look.
âMr. Ferguson, hurry up and get changed thenâ¦â ) Her tone was suggestive. Ericâs gaze was cold. All of
a sudden, he grabbed Nicoleâs hand. a Before she had the chance to resist, she was pushed into the
adjacent room.
âBamâ The door slammed shut. Nicole was pushed to the wall and a hand propped up next to her. His
scent enveloped her.
She struggled for a few seconds, then frowned and raised her eyes to glare at him.
Her voice was extremely cold. âMr. Ferguson, whatâs the meaning of this?â This intimate action and close
distance made Nicole extremely uncomfortable.
She was no longer the Nicole Stanton from three years ago who would swoon and be enchanted with
just a gentle glance from Eric.
This atmosphere made Nicole feel like she was no longer in controlâ¦