Unexpected Encounter with my Boss

Chapter 62

Inside the lounge, Tiffany's lashes fluttered when she saw Vincent twist open the ointment tube. "Mr. Lewis."

He stopped and looked at her. She sat straight and said, "Uh... you can give me the ointment. I'll apply it myself."

He glanced at her again. Then, he asked uncertainly, "Can you really do it yourself?"

"Yes, I can." She nodded firmly.

Vincent didn't push the matter. He twisted the tube shut and handed it to Tiffany. "Remember to massage it onto the area. It wouldn't feel comfortable to just leave it and let it bruise."

He couldn't help glancing at her shoulder. The thought of her fair skin excited him a little.

"Okay." Tiffany nodded. "I'll get going..."

Before she could finish, his phone rang. He glanced at it before answering it. "Hello?"

Kelly's voice rang out on the other end of the line. "Are you busy, Mr. Lewis?"

phone, Vincent couldn't

outside your office. Grandma made some soup and told me to

lowered his eyes. "Wait

and left the lounge, with Tiffany behind him. She sat at her desk. Her shoulder still hurt, but she could only endure

as she walked in. Her gaze was surprised. "Tiffany?" The latter stood up. "Ms.

her and said with a smile, "I heard you were promoted.

mad. Tiffany pursed her lips,

her to move in

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tone was clear.

genuinely happy for her. Why would I put

walked over to Vincent's desk and put the Thermos flask down She continued, "I worked here for more than a year, so I know

impression of her improved slightly. "You