Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

There was a moment of silence.

Richard raised his head abruptly. “What did you say?”

You still don’t know, do you? Sidney then explained, “A few days ago, Tiffany was quite seriously injured when those assassins went after her. And just now, she was injured again while trying to save a child…”

Before Sidney could finish speaking, he felt something flying past with a whoosh.

He blinked a few times. Richard was nowhere to be seen.

He then rubbed his chin with a smug look.

“Ah!” Sidney silently applauded himself for his outstanding accomplishment and talent.

Tiffany returned to her room.

She took off her clothes and checked herself in the mirror. There was a long wound on her back that was oozing blood.

This wound was only a few days old but had already scabbed over. Despite her strong regenerative ability, today’s fall caused the wound to rupture again.

As the wound was on her back, it was difficult for her to apply medicine to it without help.

She could only ask Zoe for help..

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

By now, Tiffany was lying on the bed on her tummy. She hollered, “The door is not locked. Remember to lock it when you come in.”

Following that, she heard footsteps approaching.

Tiffany issued her instructions without turning her head, “Zoe, help me disinfect the wound and apply the medicine. I’ve prepared the medicine and hot water. They’re next to you.”

Oddly enough, there was no reply from behind her. However, she could feel a pair of hands on her back which started treating her wound meticulously and gently.

Tiffany buried her face in the pillow and teased Zoe, “I didn’t expect you to be so skilled.”

She thought that Zoe would be terrified after seeing her injuries, but she was remarkably calm.

As time went on, she found Zoe’s silence increasingly puzzling, especially for a chatterbox like her.

‘Had she been frightened by the sight of her injuries?‘ she wondered.

Bailled. Tiffany turned around for a look. In doing so, she almost fell off the bed.

“Ri… Ri… Richard!”

person sitting by the bed and carefully cleaning her wound was not Zoe Stevens but

pull the blanket over herself, but her flustered actions pulled on her wou! She flinched and grimaced in pain, and the sharp pain made her

the man barked sternly with a

are you here?” Tiffany

to reveal her wound, her small

was drowning in regret

dealt with it on her own. Why did she have to call

her bed. She wanted badly to jump into a hole

to her and focused his

was caused by a

alluring sinuous curves, had been marred by this

and asked softly, “Does

down while his

replied with a red

might as well let Richard bandage her wound quickly and be done with

.iry cold.

it simply, Hurry up, it’s

the wound expertly but with great

dealing with some fragile treasure which must be handled

buried in

thought

liked another person, what was deemed bearable physical pain on the second person would be magnified manyfold in the form of heartache for

whether this was how

many conflicting emotions in her

Richard pulled down her tank top carefully. His movements were restrained and respectful, and he never once took

through the

proceeded to pull

he said slowly, “This

familiar?” Tiffany was

“Your clothes.”

Tiffany stared at Rieurd

he was unconscious in the small forest. At that time, she was treating his wound

she used the small tank top she

shame overcame her as the recollection resurfaced

groaned and burrowed into the blanket. She swore to herself she would never

a faint smile

of them did not speak. The atmosphere was still tense but the earlier hurtfulness not longer existed. It was even

kept urging the man to leave but he

while, Richard’s deep voice was