novelxo Chapter 89
"Gosh, Tiffany, where did you find such a dreamboat? He's absolutely stunning!"
"He's not just handsome; he seems so kind too! Our college would be in chaos if he were here, hearts breaking left and right!" "Tiffany, you have the best taste in men! Every boyfriend is more gorgeous and charming than the last. You're so lucky!"
The flurry of words swam in Tiffany's head, but a few key terms caught her attention.
"Boyfriend?"
As if on cue, the door swung open again. Vincent entered the room with breakfast in hand.
Every single young woman's gaze instantly snapped to him. The room had once been bustling with chatter, but it had fallen dead silent now.
Under everyone's gaze, he calmly walked over to Tiffany's desk and placed the breakfast down. "Good morning. I brought you some breakfast, something light like you prefer," he said gently.
A collective gasp of awe rippled through the group of young women, their faces plastered with delight for Tiffany.
Embarrassed, Tiffany attempted to introduce them. "This Mr. Lewis from the company I work at."
The young women's enthusiasm, a tangible force, reached out to Vincent in unison.
"Mr. Lewis, it's nice to meet you!"
"Such a pleasure, Mr. Lewis!"
"Mr. Lewis, you're incredibly handsome!"
"Mr. Lewis, Tiffany is the belle of the ball at our college. You have impeccable taste!"
Vincent raised an eyebrow as he easily understood the underlying message in their compliments.
However, he simply gave Tiffany a meaningful look instead of clearing the air.
This exchange sent the young women into a frenzy of speculation. Their eyes darted back and forth between Tiffany and Vincent, punctuated by soft giggles and excited whispers. "Hey, maybe we should give them some space."
"Yeah, you're right. We have things to do anyway. We'll head out first."
"Bye, Tiffany! Bye, Mr. Lewis!" they chirped. Their departure was as swift as their arrival.
Vincent waved politely, like a gentleman. Even when interacting with the young women, he exuded an air of remarkable composure.
Tiffany watched, and a flicker of confusion crossed her face.
In her mind, Vincent had always been the epitome of a stern boss. But lately, his demeanor seemed to be softening, replaced by a more approachable one.
As the door shut behind the last person, the room fell silent once more.
Tiffany asked, "Mr. Lewis, you didn't leave last night?"
He explained, "I intended to. However upon reaching the front gate, I discovered it was locked. But Madam Burton had already left, and I didn't want to disturb her sleep at that hour. So, I returned."
His composed explanation was void of any defensiveness. It left Tiffany with no room for argument.
But his appearance spoke volumes. His hair was slightly mussed, and weariness clung to him. Seeing this, a pang of guilt tugged at her heart.
"Would you like to freshen up before heading to the office?" she offered. After all, his disheveled state was a far cry from his usual polished appearance. Vincent raised an eyebrow. "May I?"
Tiffany couldn't help but stifle a small smile. He certainly knew how to capitalize on a situation.
"No worries, it's not a problem at all.
Since I'm the only one here right now, feel free to make yourself comfortable," Tiffany assured him tiptoeing to reach a box on a high shelf. She carefully placed it on the table and retrieved a fresh
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toothbrush and toothpaste for him.
"Thank you," Vincent said simply, taking the items without hesitation and heading toward the bathroom.
Since Tiffany was the occupant of the dorm, the wash basin was cluttered with her personal belongings.
Vincent surveyed the bathroom, recognizing the budget-friendly local brands she used.
Her toiletries appeared ordinary, unlike Kelly's. The latter had recently splurged on a skincare set worth hundreds of thousands of dollars using his credit card.
Vincent's brow furrowed slightly.