Chapter 87

Tiffany blinked her eyes. "Mr. Lewis, even you make mistakes?" Vincent chuckled. "Why wouldn't I? I'm just an ordinary person, after all." His gaze lingered on Tiffany, sending a blush creeping up her cheeks. Feeling a pang of embarrassment, she mumbled, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Lewis. I always seem to be a bother." Vincent raised an eyebrow. "Honestly, I'm not a big fan of trouble." Did he find her a bother? He chuckled and said, "Except for some reason, your problems never seem like problems at all." Tiffany looked down, unsure how to respond. A hint of blush rose on her pale face, and Vincent smiled reassuringly. "Don't overthink it; I'm just a blunt kind of guy. No hidden messages, just honesty." The warmth in the room made Tiffany drowsy. She peeked at Vincent, who remained on the chair, engrossed in his phone. It seemed that he wasn't going to leave anytime soon. A moment later, Vincent stirred. Tiffany blurted out, "Please don't feel obligated to stay, Mr. Lewis." Vince