BookToReadChapter 69 "Did Mr. Lewis drink too much? But shouldn't you call Mr. Zander instead?" Tiffany asked in surprise.
"Alex is also drunk. They're together," Charles lied through his teeth. "If you don't come, I'll have to throw them both out to sleep on the street." With that, he hung up the phone.
Charles chuckled at his phone. "Vincent, let's see if you can resist that intriguing woman any longer." Tiffany clutched the phone, her mind a whirlwind of worry. Visions of Vincent, intoxicated and tossed onto the street, flickered through her mind. The potential for a media scandal, and the inevitable blow to the Lewis Group's reputation sent a jolt of panic through her.
Suddenly, a memory surfaced in her head.
It was from the night Vincent had overindulged and asked her to be his designated driver. This recollection reignited Tiffany's sense of duty. She acknowledged that as his assistant, looking after his well-being was part of her jon.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe hailed a caband headed straight for Nocturne Nightclub.
As soon as she arrived at the entrance, a waiter approached her. "Are you Ms. Lloyd?" "That's me, where's Mr. Lewis?" Tiffany responded, quickly catching on.
The waiter gave a curt nod. "Please follow me." A sliver of relief flickered across Tiffany's face. It seemed she wasn't too late, and Lewis and Alex hadn't been thrown out onto the street yet... "Mr. Lewis is in here." The waiter guided her to a door.
He swiped a keycard and then gestured for her to enter the now-open doorway.
"Thank you," Tiffany said, her concern for Vincent overriding any hesitation. Without a second thought, she stepped into the room.
It was a spacious suite, surprisingly large with four or five separate rooms. Tiffany quickly searched through them until she found Vincent in the last one. The sound of a shower filled the air.
The bathroom light was on, and the water was cascading down. The frosted glass reflected the silhouette of a muscular man.
A flush of heat rose to Tiffany's cheeks as she called out, "Mr. Lewis, are you alright?" The water abruptly stopped, and a muffled, slightly disoriented voice echoed through the glass. "Tiffany?" "Yes, it's me," Tiffany confirmed.
"Who asked you to come?" The question claced with suspicion, the steam from the shower obscuring any visual clues.
Vincent's mind was now a canvas painted with visions of Tiffany. Her presence had reignited a smoldering desire within him, a fire that the cold shower had only temporarily dampened.
"I'm not sure, the staff here, maybe? They said you were... drunk and needed someone to take you home," Tiffany said, trying to gather her thoughts.
Vincent immediately recognized Charles' manipulative scheme. Gritting his teeth, he instructed, "Wait outside. I'll be ready in a few minutes.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAlcohol and Charles' trickery had rendered him incapable of driving himself home. Tiffany's arrival was fortuitous. After he'd managed to calm down with a cold shower, he could have her drive him back.
"Alright," Tiffany agreed obediently, waiting outside.
At first, she stood vigil outside the bathroom door. However, Vincent's shower seemed to last an eternity. Finally, succumbing to fatigue, she
sank into the window seat. The air was thick with the lingering aroma of an unfamiliar incense, an almost comforting warmth radiating from it.
Tiffany took a few deep breaths, feeling the chill dissipate from her body, replaced by a comforting warmth. The strange incense, though pleasant at first, began to have an odd effect.
Tiffany had only been sitting for a few minutes when a wave of m sleepiness washed over her. Her limbs felt heavy and sluggish, a strange sensation that made her uneasy. en Just then, the bathroom door creaked open, and Vincent emerged.
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