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.

on the chair, engrossed in his phone. It

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

paused, and a hint of amusement flashed through in his eyes. "Are you trying

stammered, her

have work tomorrow. You should get some

turned to her and gently tucked the blanket around her. "I'll stay a little longer until

you get 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 back, I

her shoulder. "I'll leave once

turned off the lights, leaving only a soft glow from the bedside lamp. Tiffany lay awake

heavy, and she drifted off to

...

to realize it was already quite late. He put his phone away and gazed at Tiffany's sleeping face for a

feel so drawn

out and gently stroked