Chapter 861 Good at Killing the Mood

Nicole took a sip and did not drink much, but Gerard drank with gusto. Eric, who was sitting to the side, did not say a word. His eyes occasionally glanced over to Nicole. His stares were prickling, making it so that she could not ignore him even if she wanted to. Nicole tilted her head, unable to bear it. What was he looking at? “What are you looking at me for, Mr. Ferguson?” Eric’s figure was tall and straight as he sat there casually. His collar was opened to reveal his delicate and cold collarbone, his shirt was tucked into his pants, and his straight legs were so long that there was no place to put them. His legs almost occupied Nicole’s position. Two pairs of eyes met each other. Eric’s eyes changed a few times in a complicated manner, and his voice was low as he spoke. “Didn’t you look at me first?” There was a hint of deep coldness in his tone. ‘If you weren’t looking at me, how would you know that I was looking at you?’ It was an endless loop that had no definite st