Chapter 122

Vincent took a cold shower to extinguish the fire raging inside him. Yet, as he lay in bed, the faint scent of flowers lingered in his nostrils, and Tiffany's face kept haunting his mind. Tiffany's beauty captivated him—her refined features and delicate proportions presented an image of grace. Despite being tall, she seemed fragile, as if a mere touch could break her. The next morning, Vincent woke up abruptly. His brow creased with a desire he'd never known. It was a yearning that Kelly, with whom he'd spent a night, couldn't satisfy. And yet, it was sparked by a harmless employee. The feeling in the dream was so vivid, almost as if they had actually… … Early in the morning, Tiffany was hit with another round of intense vomiting. Stepping out of the bathroom, she found Brianna seated on the bed, her eyes glued to her. Tiffany frowned as she walked past Brianna's bed. After returning to her own, she closed the curtains and reached into her bag for the bottle of folic acid tabl