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.

out of the room swiftly. Gently settling her on the couch, he offered her a glass of water. Only after she finished did he ask, concern etched on his face, "Are you feeling alright?" Vincent's striking features dominated her vision. As he

she stammered, "Mr. Lewis, what's wrong with

truth, saying, "The incense

"How

heart hammered in her chest. She attempted to stand, but her legs buckled, sending her back onto the

the middle," Vincent explained simply, trying to soothe her unease. He didn't say it was done by Charles and

the door, tugged on it a few times, and found it was indeed locked from the

him pace

kneeled

door's locked. We need a key to get out.

she said, retrieving

moment the phone screen lit up, the screensaver showed a

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

over

his

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

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