novelxo Chapter 90
As Tiffany made the bed, Vincent appeared at the bathroom door with a toothbrush in hand.
He looked at Tiffany earnestly and asked, "Do you have a mouthwash cup?"
She rose and fetched her own mouthwash cup. She rinsed it thoroughly before offering it to him. "You can use mine if you don't mind." "Sure." Vicennt casually accepted the cup and began his routine of brushing his teeth as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Tiffany's heart skipped a beat as she watched his lips touch her cup. Remembering that he didn't have a towel, she pointed to the pink and white one drying nearby. "That's my face towel," she offered.
"Alright." He hummed, a pleased smile playing on his lips as he met her gaze in the mirror.
Flustered, Tiffany quickly looked away and hurried back to finish making the bed. Her heart was pounding wildly from his gaze.
After brushing his teeth, Vincent meticulously rinsed the cup inside and out. It was the first time in his life that he was worried about someone being disgusted by him. He then returned the cup to its spot and tucked the toothbrush into his pocket, reluctant to discard it.
He picked up Tiffany's small, soft towel that still had a faint scent of soap. He hesitated for a moment, inhaling the scent, then chuckled at his reflection in the mirror.
He hung the towel back in its place, washed his face with water, and left the bathroom. Tiffany had made the bed and divided the breakfast into two portions.
"Mr. Lewis, you bought too much. I can't finish it all myself, so I've made a plate for you."
Vincent glanced at the breakfast. "Go wash up. I'll give you a ride to work after breakfast."
Tiffany wanted to refuse, but she swallowed her words after seeing him already seated at the table.
It was just breakfast, after all.
Entering the bathroom, Tiffany was surprised to find her cup and towel neatly returned to their originale spots. The sink was spotless as if it had never been used.
She felt a flicker of surprise, followed by a warmth in her heart.
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During breakfast, Vincent mentioned his phone had died and asked Tiffany for a charging cable. Shortly afterit powered on, a call came in.
Vincent's expression changed as he answered the call. "Alright, I got it. I'll be right there."
Hanging up, he grabbed his coat. Turning to Tiffany, he explained, "My grandmother is sick. I have to go to
the
the hospital. You'll have to go to
company alone."
Tiffany nodded and asked with concern, "Is Mrs. Lewis Senior alright?"
"She had a sudden stomachache last night and is on IV drips. It shouldn't be serious."
"Don't worry too much; stomach problems are common for the elderly," Tiffany reassured him.
Vincent offered a smile. "Thanks."
With that, he left Tiffany's dorm.
After breakfast, Tiffany tidied up and headed out. As she disposed of the trash, a car pulled up beside her.
William's face appeared in the lowered window.
"Get in. I need to talk to you," he ordered coldly.
Tiffany hesitated. "Just tell me here."
William's frown deepened, his voice a low growl. "Get in the car!"