Unexpected Encounter with my Boss

Chapter 70

"Mr. Lewis!" Tiffany tried to stand up, but her legs betrayed her, buckling halfway. She slumped back onto the window seat with a thud.

Fresh from the shower, Vincent emerged from the bathroom. He wore a shirt with top two buttons casually undone, revealing a sliver of pale skin.

The unfamiliar scent in the air instantly triggered an alarm in his head.

Seeing Tiffany's condition, Vincent grabbed the jacket from the bed and instructed, "We need to leave. Get out of this room."

"Sure," Tiffany agreed, but her legs felt like jelly, refusing to obey her commands. Despite her repeated attempts, her anxiety only intensified, rendering her even more immobile. Vincent crouched before her and asked, "Can you stand up?"

Tiffany bit her lip, trying once more, but only to shake her head in defeat. "No, I just can't..."

Without hesitation, Vincent swept her up in an embrace. Her body felt weightless against his strength.

The familiar scent of Vincent's cologne enveloped Tiffany, sending a wave of dryness to her mouth and causing her heart to race erratically.

She licked her lips, her mind a hazy fog, her thoughts scattered and confused.

he ask, concern etched on

cheeks as she stammered, "Mr. Lewis, what's wrong

"The incense burning in that

"How could that

red as her heart hammered in her chest. She attempted to stand, but her legs buckled,

not you. You were just caught in the middle," Vincent explained simply, trying to soothe her unease. He didn't say it

up to open the door, tugged on it a few times, and found it was indeed

him pace

kneeled

We need a key to

retrieving it from

the screensaver showed

in the picture, with Tiffany in a white sundress, her hair cascading down her shoulders-a picture of pure, radiant beauty. Vincent couldn't tear his gaze away. The image etched itself into his memory like a scene witnessed a

straightened, peering over his shoulder at

lifted his gaze,

intense stare. A dizzying sensation washed over her, like she was teetering on the

Vincent rose abruptly, his forehead still pressed against hers. They tumbled back onto the couch