Chapter 62

Inside the lounge, Tiffany's lashes fluttered when she saw Vincent twist open the ointment tube. "Mr. Lewis." He stopped and looked at her. She sat straight and said, "Uh… you can give me the ointment. I'll apply it myself." He glanced at her again. Then, he asked uncertainly, "Can you really do it yourself?" "Yes, I can." She nodded firmly. Vincent didn't push the matter. He twisted the tube shut and handed it to Tiffany. "Remember to massage it onto the area. It wouldn't feel comfortable to just leave it and let it bruise." He couldn't help glancing at her shoulder. The thought of her fair skin excited him a little. "Okay." Tiffany nodded. "I'll get going…" Before she could finish, his phone rang. He glanced at it before answering it. "Hello?" Kelly's voice rang out on the other end of the line. "Are you busy, Mr. Lewis?" "Yeah. Do you need anything?" Despite being on the phone, Vincent couldn't help glancing at Tiffany. She stood there quietly and obediently. "I'm outside