The butler took the tools from Floyd and Eric when they walked in.

Eric stood up straight. He wore black pants and a casual white shirt that revealed his neckline. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and his collarbone was rigid and beautiful. He looked so casual, noble, and refined.

He watched Nicole walk down the stairs. His eyes flashed, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

“Nicole, what a coincidence!”

‘We’re so destined to meet!’ Eric thought.

Nicole stiffened and smiled reluctantly.

“This is my house, so obviously I’ll be here…”

Floyd washed his hands and came out. “Mr. Ferguson, you should stay for dinner. We’ve caught so many fish, so I can’t let you make this trip for nothing.”

Eric nodded slightly. His demeanor was decent.

“Then, sorry for the trouble.”

Eric prayed for this opportunity.

Nicole speechlessly turned around and went to the other side. She poured herself a cup of water.

Eric quietly approached. Nicole could smell a faint jasmine fragrance o