BookToReadChapter 59 When Tiffany opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a person sitting by the end, his face was covered in blood.
It made her shoot up in bed, but the action tugged on her injury, making her break out in a cold sweat from the pain.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Don't move." A pair of arms wrapped around her, supporting her back. "Alex went to get your medication. You need to lie down." Tiffany looked up. Only then did the realization dawn on her-the bloodied man was Vincent.
The memory of what had happened before she'd passed out flashed through her mind. Feeling both surprised and amused, she said, "Mr. Lewis, you..." "I'm fine." Vincent didn't look worried about himself. He held her gingerly and asked, "How do you feel now? Does it hurt a lot?" It did, but Tiffany felt odd saying it aloud. So, she lied and said, "No, not really." He could tell she was lying; his heart melted. "You need to lie down and get srest." "No, I..." She wanted to get out of bed. This was Vincent's lounge, and she was in his bed. How could she, an ordinary employee, sully his bed? Vincent kept trying to make her lie down, but she insisted on getting up. Because of the conflict, he lost control of his grip on her shoulder, making her hiss from the pain. She instinctively moved away from him, losing her balance and almost falling onto the bed in the process.
Vincent reflexively reached out to hold her, but remembered her injury halfway through.
So, he changed to holding the back of her head. He didn't dare to be too rough with her, so he went along with her and ended up on the bed with her. Tiffany looked up. Their gazes met. She could hear her heart pounding-it was louder than anything she'd ever heard.
Vincent had one hand under her head and one propped up on the bed. His eyes traveled back and forth over her face.
"Tiffany..." His voice was a little hoarse. As his gaze landed on her lips, his Adam's apple bobbed, The amorosity of the situation ΟΛΟΙ intensified.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Mr. Lewis, I have the medication!" Alex burst into the room. The happy look on his face turned into one of shock and astonishment.
Tiffany bit her lip and turned away silently. She felt deeply embarrassed.
Vincent pulted his hand out from underneath her head to take the ointment from Alex. His expression ugly as he asked, "Did Dr. Harvey tell you how to use it?" was en Alex stared straight ahead. "He said the ointment needs to be heated up in the palms before massaging the injured area. Remember to apply spressure when you're massaging, and remember to do it three times a day. It'd be best to massage the area for thre to five minutes."
Vincent raised an eyebrow. Why was the ointment's application method sp... lecherous? He gripped the tube and told Alex, "You can go now."
"Yes, sir." Alex left without another look back. Then, he turned around when he reached the door. "Uh... n Kelly's here." Vincent didn't even look up. "I don't have tfor her." Alex nodded. "Got it." He left the lounge. Vincent turned back to the bed when he heard the door shut.
He saw that Tiffany was already sitting up on the bed. Her blushing aripe was as red as face was apple, and her guileless eyes made his heart melt. He couldn't help drawn to her.
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