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 seemed that he wasn't

blurted out, "Please don't

in his eyes. "Are you trying to rush me

Tiffany stammered,

continued, "It's late, and you have

tucked the blanket around her. "I'll stay a little longer

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 wouldn't be at ease knowing you were here alone." Tiffany

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

off the lights, leaving only a soft glow from the bedside lamp. Tiffany lay awake for a while, listening to the occasional tap-tap-tap of

eyelids grew heavy, and

...

put his phone away and gazed at Tiffany's

I feel so drawn to you?"

out and gently