Unexpected Encounter with my Boss

Chapter 90

As Tiffany made the bed, Vincent appeared at the bathroom door with a toothbrush in hand.

He looked at Tiffany earnestly and asked, "Do you have a mouthwash cup?"

She rose and fetched her own mouthwash cup. She rinsed it thoroughly before offering it to him. "You can use mine if you don't mind." "Sure." Vicennt casually accepted the cup and began his routine of brushing his teeth as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Tiffany's heart skipped a beat as she watched his lips touch her cup. Remembering that he didn't have a towel, she pointed to the pink and white one drying nearby. "That's my face towel," she offered.

"Alright." He hummed, a pleased smile playing on his lips as he met her gaze in the mirror.

Flustered, Tiffany quickly looked away and hurried back to finish making the bed. Her heart was pounding wildly from his gaze.

After brushing his teeth, Vincent meticulously rinsed the cup inside and out. It was the first time in his life that he was worried about someone being disgusted by him. He then returned the cup to its spot and tucked the toothbrush into his pocket, reluctant to discard it.

He picked up Tiffany's small, soft towel that still had a faint scent of soap. He hesitated for a moment, inhaling the scent, then chuckled at his reflection in the mirror.

water, and left the bathroom. Tiffany had made the bed and divided the breakfast

too much. I can't finish it all myself, so I've made a plate

I'll give you a

words after

just breakfast, after

returned to their originale spots. The sink was spotless as if it

felt a flicker of surprise, followed by

l.ne

asked Tiffany for a charging cable.

the call. "Alright, I got it. I'll be right

to Tiffany, he explained, "My grandmother is sick. I

the

hospital. You'll have to go

company alone."

nodded and asked with concern, "Is

last night and is on IV drips.