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?"

on the phone, Vincent couldn't help glancing at

me to bring it

his

She sat at her

the office. She looked in Tiffany's direction as soon as she walked in. Her gaze was surprised. "Tiffany?" The latter stood up.

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

off to Tiffany, but she didn't seem mad. Tiffany pursed her lips, unsure of what to say

move in

don't

Vincent said. The protectiveneel

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in

clear. Content

widened. "You've got me wrong. I'm genuinely happy for her. Why

here for more than a year, so I know what the people are like

slightly. "You