Chapter 7 

Vincent first went to the doctor’s office to inquire about Anna’s test results. When he returned to the room, Tiffany was awake. She was bent over as she tucked Anna in. 

When she heard someone approaching behind her, she turned around. Her eyes were still bleary from sleep. “Mr. Lewis.” 

Her soft voice sounded unexpectedly soothing in the darkness. Vincent nodded slightly. “Thank you for taking care of my grandma.” 

He could tell why Tiffany hadn’t left the hospital yet. Besides, Anna didn’t praise people easily, so Tiffany must have some admirable qualities. 

“You don’t need to thank me; I didn’t do much. Besides… I had your tomato soup for lunch.” 

She meant that since he had been kind to her by offering her the soup, it was only right of her to return the gesture and look after Anna. 

Vincent glanced at her. “How was the soup?” 

“Huh?” Tiffany hadn’t expected that question. She blinked awkwardly before replying, “It was alright, just a bit bland.” 

“Oh,” Vincent replied to her feedback calmly. He explained, “Elderly people can’t have food that’s too salty, so I used less salt.” 

Tiffany looked surprised. “You made the soup?” 

Before Vincent could answer, Anna chimed in, “He did. Not only can he stew soup, but he can also cook, do laundry, change light bulbs, and fix appliances. You should come over sometime and try his cooking. Tiffany turned to see that Anna, who had seemed fast asleep before, was now smiling at her and Vincent. After hearing Anna’s words, Tiffany had to compliment Vincent. “Mr. Lewis is very capable.” 

She had seen many business tycoons who were inept at dealing with the most basic things in their daily lives. But it seemed that Vincent wasn’t like them. He was self–sufficient, setting him apart from the typical CEOs. 

Vincent didn’t respond. Instead, he opened the food container he had Anna. 

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But Anna waved it off. “I’ve already had dinner.” 

“You have?” Vincent was surprised. Anna was a picky eater and never ate outside food carelessly. 

Anna smiled. “Tiffany’s sister brought dinner for her, and I ate with them.” 

Vincent put away the food container. “Then, let me wipe your face.” 

“No need. Tiffany already helped me freshen up and soaked my feet. I don’t need you. 

Vincent was rendered speechless. 

Tiffany picked up her bag. “Mr. Lewis, it’s getting late. I’ll head back now. Goodbye, Mrs. Lewis Senior.” 

“Goodbye” Anna waved with a smile. 

Once Tiffany left, Vincent chuckled. “You seem quite taken with her.” 

“I do like her a lot. What 

about you? Do you like her?” 

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Now that they were alone, Anna didn’t waste time beating around the bush. “I’ve already asked her. She broke up with her boyfriend, so she’s single now. If you’re interested in her, you better make a move.” 

Vincent gave her a resigned look. 

Tiffany stood in the hospital lobby, waiting for her ride. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, bringing with it cold raindrops that hit her face. 

She instinctively raised her hand to shield herself, but another hand pulled her back. 

The man’s cool scent invaded her senses. Tiffany stared dazedly at the person before her. “Mr. Lewis?” 

Vincent gripped her wrist. Her soft skin under his palm was more delicate than he had imagined. For some reason, he had the urge to squeeze it tight. 

Suppressing the urge, he asked, “Why do you blush every time you see me?” 

Tiffany felt her face burn with embarrassment. “N–No, I don’t. I… I just…. 

She stuttered for a while, unable to explain herself. Vincent didn’t interrupt her; he merely observed her reddened cheeks with growing interest. 

A breeze blew, and he caught a whiff of Tiffany’s distinct scent. His eyes narrowed slightly. With a little tug, he pulled Tiffany firmly against his chest. 

Before Tiffany could react, he tilted his head and sniffed her neck. 

“Mr. Lewis!” Tiffany’s eyes flew open in shock. 

She felt a chill as his nose grazed along the sensitive skin of her neck, creating an ambiguous Xatmosphere. 

Flustered, Tiffany shoved Vincent away and ran into the downpour. 

40 minutes later, Tiffany returned to the dorm, drenched from head to toe. 

As she dragged her soaked body upstairs, she took out her keys to unlock the door. Halfway through, she saw a figure standing outside her dorm room. 

Tiffany’s legs went weak. She froze on the spot, unable to move forward. 

Vincent stubbed out his cigarette and strode toward her. 

His towering frame approached her. Tiffany wanted to flee, but her legs felt heavy, rooted to the spot. She could only watch as he came closer. Finally, she managed to whisper hoarsely, “Mr. Lewis.” 

Tiffany was soaked to the bone. The rainwater dripped from her hair and clothes, forming a puddle on the floor. Her eyes were red, and she was shivering–whether it was from the cold or something else, she 

wasn’t sure. 

“Why did you run?” Vincent’s irritation seemed to dissipate the moment he spoke. 

It was impossible for him to stay angry when he saw how fragile Tiffany looked. It made him want to 

protect her. 

Vincent felt guilty for scaring her earlier at the hospital He said, “Sorry, I went too far earlier. I didn’t mean anything by it. I just happened to smell your perfume… Tell me, was that you that night?” 

His piercing gaze felt scorching. It was as if it could instantly set Tiffany ablaze, even though she was 

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thoroughly drenched. 

Tiffany shook her head and backed away. “1–I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

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Vincent caught her wrist, gripping it firmly to prevent her from retreating. His eyes locked on hers as he asked point–blank, “That night at the campsite, did you sneak into my tent?” 

“It wasn’t me…” Tiffany denied vehemently. 

Vincent fell silent momentarily. Then, he nervously swallowed before asking, “Can you prove it to me?” 

Tiffany’s eyes widened, her pupils flickering. Then, she forced out a single word. “Yes!” 

As the door to the dorm closed, the room plunged into darkness. 

Tiffany turned on the desk lamp, casting some light around them. 

She slowly turned her back to Vincent and began unfastening the buttons of her shirt, one by one. Vincent stood behind the door, his unwavering gaze fixed on her back. 

If Tiffany was that woman, there were bound to be marks on her body! 

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As Tiffany’s shirt slipped off, her flawless back came into Vincent’s view. A flicker of disappointment crossed his eyes, and he averted his gaze. His voice was low as he apologized. “I’m sorry.” 

Tiffany covered herself with the blanket. The aggrieved look in her tearful eyes was evident. “Mr. Lewis, have I proven myself?” 

Vincent opened his mouth but found that any words would ring hollow now. 

He left the dorm and glanced up at the faint light from the second–floor window. He couldn’t help but think about Tiffany’s fragile figure. What if she was crying right now? 

Vincent got his phone and called Alex. “Prepare a gift for me. Something exquisite meant for a woman.” 

After Vincent left, Tiffany locked the door. Then, she took a fresh set of pajamas and went into the bathroom. 1 

As she took off her clothes, she saw that the marks on her chest had faded slightly. But they were still- hard to look at 

There hadn’t been many on her back to begin with, and they had healed quickly after she had applied some ointment, so Vincent hadn’t noticed anything earlier. 

Still, Tiffany had broked out in a cold sweat from the scare. She wasn’t sure what would happen if Vincent learned the truth. 

She knew Lewis Group strictly prohibited relationships between superiors and subordinates. She had worked so hard to get this job; it would all be in vain the truth got out. 

She had to guard this secret, no matter what. 

After a quick shower, she burrowed under the covers to sleep. 

The next morning. Tiffany took two sets of breakfast with her to the hospital. One was for Anna. 

As the nurse finished setting up the IV drip for Tiffany, the door opened. Thinking it was Vincent, Tiffany pretended to be engrossed in her phone. 

“Grandma.” A familiar voice sounded nearby. 

Tiffany looked up in surprise to see William. 

It suddenly crossed her mind that both Vincent and William had the same surname–Lewis. Could they be related? 

As if sensing her gaze, William looked her way. Tiffany didn’t have time to avert her eyes and ended up meeting his gaze head–on. 

Anna smiled as she introduced them. “This is Tiffany. Tiff, this is my other grandson, William.” 

Anna kept the introductions brief. 

Tiffany breathed an inward sigh of relief when Anna didn’t mentioned that she worked at Lewis Group. After all, Anna had a habit of telling Vincent everything 

“Hello, Tiffany.” William looked at her with a hint of warmth. 

Tiffany only nodded politely before turning her attention back to her phone. William’s eyes flickered strangely at her reaction, but he said nothing. 

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After a while, a nurse came to take Anna for a check–up. William stayed behind; he sat in a corner of the room, texting someone. 

Tiffany grew tired of her phone and turned the screen off to rest. Looking up, she met William’s gaze. She had a feeling that he had been watching her intently for some time. 

Just as she was about to look away, William spoke up. “Weren’t you supposed to be on a business trip? What are you doing in the hospital?” 

Tiffany pursed her lips and picked up her phone again, But she wasn’t able to do anything with it before it was snatched from her grasp. 

She looked up at William standing by her bed. “What is it?” 

William looked at her. “Why didn’t you answer my question?” 

Tiffany bit her lip and retorted, “Why should I answer you? What are you to me?” 

William was silent for a few seconds. “Are you mad at me?” 

“You think too much. We’ve already broken up,” Tiffany said softly. 

“We did break up, but I have a right to explain, don’t I?” 

Tiffany said nothing. 

“What happened with Brianna was an accident,” William continued. 

Tiffany remained silent. 

“I know you think I’m making excuses,” William said, looking at the top of her head. “But believe me, it only happened once. Never again after that. 

“I regret it, but it doesn’t change the fact that it happened. All I could do was break up with you and take responsibility for Brianna. Do you understand?” 

As Tiffany listened to him, she felt like a knife had been plunged into her heart. Even though she said that it was in the past and she didn’t care anymore, it didn’t mean the betrayal didn’t hurt. 

She had truly liked William once. In fact, she had dated him with the intention of getting married in the < future 

She had planned to initiate a discussion about marriage after getting her career going. But then the cheating incident had happened. 

Tiffany’s nose stung as tears streamed down her face and fell onto her blanket. 

“Tiffany, I’m sorry…” William reached out to touch her head. 

Just then, the door opened, and Vincent appeared. 

“Vince.” William withdrew his hand and stepped back, creating some distance between himself and Tiffany. 

Vincent glanced at Tiffany, then at William. “What are you doing here?” 

1heard Grandma was sick, and Mom told me to check on her,” William explained. 

“Have you seen her? Vincent’s tone was cold, showing little warmth toward his brother. 

“Yeah.” 

Vincent walked in and set his things down. When he noticed that William was still there, he became Impatient. “Aren’t you leaving?” 

William frowned. “Dad’s been out of Chilburg lately. Mom said if you can’t manage looking after Grandma on your own, you can send her back home. Mom can look after-” 

“No need.” Vincent interrupted him. “Outsiders don’t need to worry about Grandma.” 

The tension in the air was suffocatingly thick. 

Finally, William withdrew his gaze. “Alright, I’ll be off then.” 

After William left, Tiffany looked at Vincent. He seemed in a bad mood; he was frowning and looked even colder than he usually did at the office. 

Vincent turned to her, asking flatly, “Do you know him?” 

Tiffany instinctively wanted to deny it. But she sensed that Vincent had already seen through everything. so she nodded. 

He didn’t ask any further. Instead, he came over to set a bag before her. This is for you.” After added, “It’s compensation.” 

Compensation for last night. 

Tiffany’s face flushed red, and she shook her head. “There’s no need for this.” 

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He had only seen a glimpse of her back, it was nothing compared to wearing a bikini at the beach. But she had been so nervous and guilty that she had overreacted the night before. 

“Take it. Vincent tried to sound gentle, not wanting to scare her again. “If you don’t accept it, I won’t feel at ease.” 

Tiffany wanted to say something, but the nurse brought Anna back just then. 

Tiffany stayed in the hospital for three days. On the fourth day, she was discharged. The doctor prescribed some medication for her to take home and gave her a few instructions before sending her off. When she went over to say goodbye to Anna, the latter held on to her hand, reluctant to let go. It made Tiffany’s eyes redden. 

Seeing this, Vincent said, “She works at my company. If you want to see her, you can go over to the office. 

“Really?” 

“Really.” With Vincent’s assurance, Anna finally let go of Tiffany. 

It was already afternoon when Tiffany left the hospital, so Vincent gave her the rest of the day off. He told her to get some rest and return to work the next day 

Once Tiffany returned to the dorm, she saw Brianna as soon as she opened the door.