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 anytime

moment later, Vincent stirred. Tiffany blurted out, "Please don't

a hint of amusement flashed through in his eyes. "Are you trying to rush

at all..." Tiffany stammered, her

"It's late, and you have work tomorrow. You should get

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

the dorm. What if you get a fever in the middle of the night? There wouldn't be anyone here to help." Vincent's dark

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

from the bedside lamp.

grew heavy, and she drifted off

...

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

I feel so drawn to you?" he murmured

out and gently stroked her