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.

remained on the chair, engrossed in his phone. It seemed

blurted out,

hint of amusement flashed through in his eyes.

at all..." Tiffany stammered, her voice

have work tomorrow. You should get some

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

here to help." Vincent's dark eyes held a reassuring warmth. "Even if I went back, I

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

a soft glow from the bedside lamp. Tiffany

eyelids grew heavy, and she drifted off

...

finished working, only to realize it was already quite late. He put his phone away and gazed at Tiffany's sleeping face for a moment, a hint of longing crossing his features. en

feel so drawn to

and gently