Pure Friendship

Nicole subconsciously wanted to help Eric hold up the IV fluid. The needle on his right hand was about to fall off. Beads of blood were seeping out. Eric’s face was miserably pale, and his thin lips were pressed into a straight line. His eyes lit up for a moment when he saw her. “Nicole, come in…” He took a few steps backward and lay back down on the bed. Nicole stood in the doorway and watched as Eric struggled to hang the IV fluid back in place, so she walked over to help him. She looked down at him. “Mr. Ferguson, how are you feeling?” Eric’s eyes flickered slightly as he smiled. “Much better now. You didn’t catch a cold, right?” Eric raised his eyes. His face was pale, and his voice was still a bit raspy. His gaze when Nicole looked at him was suffused with sadness. It was quite pitiful. “No.” Nicole’s heart trembled slightly. She walked to the chair opposite the bed and sat down as if nothing had happened. Toto came in with a bowl of chicken soup and looked at the frail Eric with heartache. “Mr. Ferguson, you have to stay strong. Ms Stanton knows what you did for her and was moved to tears. She’s been trying to thank you for helping and is deeply impressed by your good intentions. It’s hard not to fall for an excellent man like you!” Nicole knitted her brows and looked at Toto strangely. The gloominess earlier was swept away in an instant. Toto winked at her so that she could cooperate and take care of the patient’s feelings. Nicole pursed her lips. Her eyes were full. “I heard that you withdrew the hot topics. Thanks.” “You’re welcome.” Eric smiled lightly. Toto handed the bowl of soup to Nicole and found an excuse to leave immediately. Eric looked at the bowl and stretched out his needled hand, which was trembling. Nicole frowned slightly. Eric looked frank and calm with a hint of anticipation in his eyes. She looked at the usually cold and indifferent man who looked so vulnerable and helpless at this moment. Her heart softened all of a sudden. After all, he was only injured because of her. She should not be ungrateful. Nicole held the bowl for him. There was a a spoon inside, so he could drink by himself. This was already the greatest patience she showed him. Eric looked at her calmly and held up his other hand. The needle holes in it were clearly visible. His other hand was also trembling. He picked the spoon and tried to drink the soup but due to his hand the soup spilled. "Are you okay? It didn’t get on you right? It was hot" Eric’s face turned horrible the moment he thought that the soup might have been spilled on Nicole. He couldn’t imagine her getting hurt because of him anymore. No, absolutely not! He would rather starve to death! Nicole took back the spoon from his hand and calmly said, "I’m fine. It didn’t got on me." "I don’t have much strength." He suffered a lot today. Nicole was silent for a few seconds. She took back the bowl. Just when Eric thought that Nicole was going to feed him, he suddenly heard her shout towards the door. “Luca!” The room was silent for a few seconds. Eric’s face faintly stiffened. His chest felt stuffy. He knew what she wanted to do. In the next second, a maid appeared in front of them. “Miss, what are your orders?” Nicole asked, "Where’s Luca?" "Your bodyguard is helping chairman Stanton with some errands and hasn’t come back yet." Nicole hummed and handed over the bowl to her. ”Help me feed Mr. Ferguson.” She said it naturally. "No way" Eric’s voice was heard the next instant. Nicole understood there is no way Eric would let a lowly servant feed him. He’ll rather starve. She was in a dilemma. She can’t let him take her advantage nor she want to ungrateful. At the end she gave up. ’I’m just returning the favour. I don’t want to love in any guilt and end this as early as possible.’ She filled the spoon to brim and fed Eric. Eric was over the moon after being fed by her. Although she finished the whole bowl in four to five spoons without even cooling the hot soup, he didn’t mind. ’As long as I can spend time with her it doesn’t matter if I hurt my tongue. All that matter is her.’