Unexpected Encounter with my Boss

Chapter 67

Eric looked awkward. "I was just being honest. Anyway, I'm her brother-in-law. I'm just teaching her some tips and tricks. It's not like I'm going to push her off a cliff or anything."

Tiffany frowned. She didn't want to explain herself to Eric, but she still subconsciously didn't want anything to smear Vincent's reputation. She said, "Mr. Lewis' girlfriend gave the soup to me." "His girlfriend?" Eric's smile froze. "He already has a girlfriend?"

"Yeah. They're going to marry soon."

Eric's smile disappeared. It soon returned, though. "That's only normal, of course. Successful men always have more than one woman in their lives.

"Sometimes, the wives don't even stand a chance against the mistresses. You're young and pretty, so you have many chan-"

Teresa cut him off. "I want some warm water, Eric. Go get some."

Once Eric was gone, Teresa asked, "Eric's just being dumb, right? Be honest with me, Tiff. Or does that boss of yours really have those intentions toward you?"

She was worried about Tiffany. She didn't want Tiffany to go down the wrong path and was also worried someone would set their nasty sights on her.

In her mind, Vincent was a middle-aged man with a bulging beer belly. Men like that were generally lechers who loved flirting with pretty young women in their companies. Tiffany shook her head. "No, he doesn't. He already has a girlfriend."

go

that." Tiffany didn't even realize that she'd already subconsciously sided with Vincent. She was afraid others would

was because Eric constantly mentioned this. She reminded Tiffany to be careful before picking up the bowl of chicken

tastes pretty good. Your boss' girlfriend seems

doesn't like chicken

chicken soup, but his girlfriend made it for him? Are they

was a question that had occurred to her earlier in the day when Vincent had told Kelly

wasn't a short time. But why was it that Kelly hadn't even known about Vincent

none of her

to spend too much time thinking about it. She waved hand and said, "Maybe she got it wrong

a spoonful of the chicken soup and

It was a shame that he

the bathroom to wash the thermos flask. When she came back out, Teresa was peeling an orange. She put the slices on a piece of tissue and held them out. "I peeled these for you, Tiff."

I

hated peeling oranges; you refused to eat them until I peeled them for you. I kept telling you that you

she saw the orange slices. "Are you really