Unexpected Encounter with my Boss

Chapter 89

"Gosh, Tiffany, where did you find such a dreamboat? He's absolutely stunning!"

"He's not just handsome; he seems so kind too! Our college would be in chaos if he were here, hearts breaking left and right!" "Tiffany, you have the best taste in men! Every boyfriend is more gorgeous and charming than the last. You're so lucky!"

The flurry of words swam in Tiffany's head, but a few key terms caught her attention.

"Boyfriend?"

As if on cue, the door swung open again. Vincent entered the room with breakfast in hand.

Every single young woman's gaze instantly snapped to him. The room had once been bustling with chatter, but it had fallen dead silent now.

Under everyone's gaze, he calmly walked over to Tiffany's desk and placed the breakfast down. "Good morning. I brought you some breakfast, something light like you prefer," he said gently.

A collective gasp of awe rippled through the group of young women, their faces plastered with delight for Tiffany.

Embarrassed, Tiffany attempted to introduce them. "This Mr. Lewis from the company I work at."

The young women's enthusiasm, a tangible force, reached out to Vincent in unison.

it's nice to

a pleasure, Mr.

you're incredibly

Tiffany is the belle of the

he easily

Tiffany a meaningful look instead

exchange sent the young women into a frenzy of speculation. Their eyes darted back and forth between Tiffany and Vincent, punctuated by soft giggles and excited whispers. "Hey,

you're right. We have things to do anyway. We'll head

Bye, Mr. Lewis!" they chirped. Their departure

when interacting with

watched, and a flicker of confusion crossed her

But lately, his demeanor seemed to be softening, replaced by a more approachable

door shut behind the last person, the room fell silent

Lewis, you didn't leave

However upon reaching the front gate, I discovered it was locked. But Madam Burton had already left, and I didn't want to disturb her sleep at that hour. So,

defensiveness. It left Tiffany with no

His hair was slightly mussed, and weariness clung to him. Seeing this, a pang of

his disheveled state was a far cry from his usual polished appearance. Vincent