Chapter 271

"It's you?" Tiffany's arms instinctively encircled his neck. "I thought you were heading home?" Vincent gently seated her on the couch. "Who said I was leaving?" If he wasn't leaving, why did he exit so abruptly? Tiffany's eyes flicked to a sizable shopping bag on the table. She watched in surprise as Vincent extracted towels, a toothbrush, a rinsing cup, a drinking glass, and other daily necessities. So, he'd gone to the store? He took the towel to the bathroom and returned swiftly. The towel was damp. Tiffany instinctively reached out to take it. Vincent, however, evaded her hand and stood before her, personally wiping her face. The warm towel pressed against her skin as he gently dabbed. His movements were incredibly tender. Witnessing his care, Tiffany settled into his thoughtful gesture. She reclined on the couch, tilting her face upward with closed eyes, allowing him to clean her. Suddenly, he withdrew the towel, and something soft grazed her lips. Tiffany opened her