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.

the chair, engrossed in his

blurted out, "Please don't feel obligated to stay,

of amusement flashed through in his eyes. "Are you

at all..." Tiffany stammered, her voice barely a

continued, "It's late, and you have work tomorrow.

the blanket around her. "I'll stay a little longer until you fall asleep,

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

worry," Vincent said softly, patting her shoulder. "I'll leave once you're

the bedside lamp. Tiffany lay awake for a while, listening to the occasional tap-tap-tap of his

eyelids grew heavy, and she drifted off

...

and gazed at Tiffany's sleeping face for a moment, a hint

drawn

and