Unexpected Encounter with my Boss

Chapter 158

Teresa locked the door behind her. The warmth of the apartment calmed her slightly.

Eric had already headed into the living room. She noticed his foot and asked, "What happened to your foot?"

"Don't even ask." He sat down and propped his foot up on the coffee table. "Someone rammed into me downstairs and made me fall into the bushes. I twisted my ankle on the way down. Come and check it out for me. Massage it or something. It fucking hurts." Teresa hurriedly got a hot compress. She applied it to his ankle and helped him massage the area.

"Where did you go in the afternoon?" Eric asked. "Why are you back so late?"

She told him about heading to Vincent's home and cooking for Anna. She also mentioned that Anna wanted to hire her as her nutritionist.

Before she could finish, Eric said, "You have to do it! That's 8000 dollars a month, and you'll have someone picking you up and dropping you off. Why turn it down?"

"You're okay with it?"

"Of course! 8000 dollars is a lot of money! Would anyone say no to more money?"

Teresa knew Eric was crazy about money; so was she. They were regular people, after all. They knew how important money was.

his words still upset her a little. "Didn't you say you wanted me to stay home so I could take better care of myself and get ready for

a different story. Being a

Vincent Lewis is her boss, after all. Will it affect her job if I work

tell? It's not like she can pay you 8000 dollars a month!" Eric

fell silent. She still thought it'd

seemed to see through her. He warned, "You'd better stop telling her everything that happens. If she really cared about us, she wouldn't have allowed us to head to the Lewis residence and be humiliated

like the Lewises, Eric said. "But look at how dumb she was-she

bshe

won't let her off the

when she saw how mad he was. "Alright, I'll do as you

tell her about this!" He rolled

...

in his car. It had already been half an hour, but roadside assistance had yet to

curled up in Vincent's arms. Time

turned to mush. Even her hair felt like it was on fire

in this. Vincent's heart was still pounding, too. They were soaked through from the