The Divorced Billionaire Heiress

Chapter 233 Disturbing a Show

Ian had noticed that Nicole’s 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.

“I’m so sorry, Nicole. I didn’t mean to disturb you while you were making out with Second Young Master Carter.

You guys carry on….”  Nicole immediately knew who it was by listening to the pretentiously sweet voice.

It was Lydia Smith. Nicole coldly swept a glance at Lydia.“ Are you blind? Which eye of yours saw us making out?” Ian let go of Nicole at that moment and let out a cold snort.

“Who is she? Is she blind?” 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 man’s 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.

Lydia’s eyes flickered as she glanced at Ian and Nicole. She spoke in a careful voice. “I’m Lydia, Nicole’s younger cousin. I’m really sorry, Nicole. I guess I was mistaken.

She hesitated, putting on

man beside Lydia. She looked

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?” Nicole let out a

trying to act innocent in front of me? Her standards are just too low!’ “Nicole, you misunderstood me. I really

and brought him up for a change of clothes. I

Eric’s jacket. She really did spill wine on him… However, it

on staying back to watch the show instead?” Ian raised his brows and held out

to the door, Lydia eagerly made way for them. However, Eric continued

in his eyes was dark. He had no intention to give

“What did you mean by ‘show’?” Eric’s voice was tinged with coldness. ‘Hah… How dare he play semantics with me? In that case, I

thought. Her sarcastic smile deepened as she glanced at

are dozens of guests here today, but my dear cousin had a good eye and poured wine on you, Mr. Ferguson, out of all

believe that you two came to the lounge together if not for the ‘show that’ll follow?”

Lydia naturally would not admit

do

don’t like me, but you don’t have to humiliate me

people to do that for you?” What she meant was that Lydia was

bothered with Lydia anymore. ‘What a