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.

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,

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

truth, saying, "The incense burning in that

dropped. "How could that

a deeper red as her heart hammered in her chest. She attempted to stand, but her

You were just caught in the middle," Vincent explained simply,

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

him pace

kneeled beside

key to get out. Can I have your

retrieving

the phone screen lit up, the screensaver showed

the picture, with Tiffany in a white sundress, her hair cascading down her shoulders-a picture of pure, radiant beauty. Vincent couldn't tear

Tiffany straightened, peering over his shoulder at

Vincent lifted his gaze, their

A dizzying sensation washed over her, like she was teetering on

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