NovelAppChapter 184 Eric clammed up. Based on what Vincent said, it was obvious he knew quite a lot about the situation. Perhaps he even knew why Teresa had abruptly given up on her stall.
The image that Eric had tried to keep up for himself all along fell apart right in front of Vincent. Nevertheless, he couldn't afford to offend the man, so he chuckled awkwardly and said, "I forgot that privileged people like you, Mr. Lewis, won't understand the way common folks like us think." Amid their conversation, Tiffany cout of the hospital room with a thermos in hand. It seemed like she had cout to get shot water for Teresa.
Upon spotting Eric, she immediately put her guard up. "Why are you still here?" "I'm leaving," Eric shot back. He couldn't be bothered to keep up with his act anymore. Disgruntled by Vincent's retorts, he walked off in a huff.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTiffany turned to Vincent and said, "Thank you for givinga ride, Mr. Lewis." If he hadn't been with her, she most likely wouldn't have even been able to get onto the rooftop. Plus, for sreason, she felt more assured with him by her side. It was as though she had someone to rely on even if a crisis happened. Without saying a word, Vincent took the thermos from her and walked toward the pantry. Briefly startled, Tiffany quickly followed after him.
By the tshe got to the pantry, Vincent was already filling up the thermos. It was a simple action, but somehow, he looked good doing it.
She walked up to him and said, "I'll do it." However, Vincent abruptly looked at her and asked, "Why are you resigning?" His question caught Tiffany off-guard, and it took her a few seconds to process it. But in just those few seconds, the thermos filled up, the hot water threatening to spill over. Jolting in alarm, she reached out to stop the stream of hot water. Alas, it was too late. Sof the hot water ended up splashing on Vincent's hand. Within seconds, his skin turned red.
"Run your hand under scold water," Tiffany instructed as she took the thermos from him. When he didn't show any sign of moving, she got anxious and dragged him to the sink nearby.
She turned the tap on and held the back of Vincent's hand under the running water to soothe the burn, but the angry red mark on his skin didn't go away.
"This is bad," Tiffany exclaimed. "I'll get you sointment to put on your skin." Just as she was about to leave, Vincent tugged on her wrist, making her turn back around.
He stared her in the eye and asked, "Are you worried about me?" Tiffany paused briefly before saying, "We need to deal with your burn." However, Vincent didn't let go. "Answer my question first." His gaze was so piercing that Tiffany felt like he could see right inside her.
Averting her eyes, she said, "I'm not worried about you. I'm just taking responsibility for your injury since it only happened because you were filling up the thermos forIt's the right thing to do." en "I'm talking about my previous question!" Vincent said.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHis previous question? Was it the one about why she was resigning?
Tiffany tried to cup with a reason that sounded natural and m wouldn't arouse any suspicions.
nt arouse anysuspicions While she was busy coming up with one, Vincent released her hand and said curtly, "Forget about it. She felt a pang in her heart.
Vincent turned the tap off. Turning back to his usual aloof self, he said, "I told Alex to approve your resignation. I wish you all the best, Tiffany If you ever get into any sort of trouble, you can talk to Alex. He might be able to help you."
Tiffany's nose prickled as she nodded, keeping her eyes lowered to ΟΠ avoid looking at Vincent. Vincent walked off, leaving Tiffany alone in the pantry. She stared at the thermos in a daze.
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