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.

carried her 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 spoke, her gaze drifted to his lips, triggering a flood of memories from that unforgettable

burned across her cheeks as she stammered, "Mr. Lewis,

told the truth, saying, "The incense burning in that room is an

jaw dropped. "How could that

flushed a deeper red as her heart hammered in her chest. She attempted to

the middle," Vincent explained simply, trying to soothe her unease.

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

watched him pace

he kneeled beside her

need a key to get

she said, retrieving it

the screensaver showed a photo of Tiffany

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

signal?" Tiffany straightened, peering over his shoulder at

his

stare. A dizzying

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