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.

chair, engrossed in his phone. It seemed that he wasn't going to leave

Vincent stirred. Tiffany blurted out,

through in his eyes. "Are you

all..." Tiffany stammered, her voice barely

you have

her. "I'll stay a

fever in the middle of the night? There wouldn't be anyone here to help." Vincent's dark eyes held a reassuring warmth. "Even if I went

patting her shoulder. "I'll leave once you're asleep. Now, get

a soft glow from the bedside lamp. Tiffany lay awake for a while, listening to the

grew heavy, and

...

late. He put his phone away and gazed at Tiffany's sleeping face for a moment, a

so drawn to you?"

reached out and gently stroked her