Unexpected Encounter with my Boss

Chapter 87

Tiffany blinked her eyes. "Mr. Lewis, even you make mistakes?"

Vincent chuckled. "Why wouldn't I? I'm just an ordinary person, after all." His gaze lingered on Tiffany, sending a blush creeping up her cheeks.

Feeling a pang of embarrassment, she mumbled, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Lewis. I always seem to be a bother."

Vincent raised an eyebrow. "Honestly, I'm not a big fan of trouble."

Did he find her a bother?

He chuckled and said, "Except for some reason, your problems never seem like problems at all."

Tiffany looked down, unsure how to respond.

A hint of blush rose on her pale face, and Vincent smiled reassuringly. "Don't overthink it; I'm just a blunt kind of guy. No hidden messages, just honesty." The warmth in the room made Tiffany drowsy.

peeked at Vincent, who remained on the chair, engrossed in his phone. It seemed that he

moment later, Vincent stirred. Tiffany blurted out, "Please don't feel obligated to

flashed through in his eyes. "Are

not at all..." Tiffany stammered, her voice

continued, "It's late, and you have work tomorrow. You should get some

her. "I'll stay a little

of the night? There wouldn't be anyone here to help." Vincent's dark

her shoulder. "I'll

from the bedside lamp.

eyelids grew heavy, and she drifted

...

put his phone away and gazed at Tiffany's sleeping face for a moment, a hint of longing crossing his features. en

so drawn to you?"

out and gently stroked