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!”

and carefully cleaning her

Tiffany instinctively tried to pull the blanket over herself, but her flustered actions pulled on her wou! She flinched and

the man barked sternly

Tiffany cried

wound, her

was drowning in regret

her own. Why did she have to call

badly

to her and focused his

caused by a

and flawless back, accentuated by alluring sinuous

and asked softly, “Does it

up and down while his warm fingers touched her

shrank back and replied with

this stage, she decided she might as well let Richard bandage her wound quickly and be done

.iry cold.

me bandage it simply,

proceeded to bandage up the wound expertly but

was as if he was dealing with some

her face buried in the pillow throughout the

suddenly thought of

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

was how Richard was feeling

many conflicting emotions in her heart

the wound was bandaged. Richard pulled down her tank top carefully. His movements

mumbled through the pillow,

proceeded to pull the blanket over

the midst of doing that, he said slowly, “This looks a

familiar?” Tiffany

“Your clothes.”

Tiffany stared at

Richard. His abdomen was injured and he was unconscious in

tank top she was wearing as

inexplicable sense of shame overcame her

into the blanket. She swore to herself she would never emerge from there

amused by her reaction and a faint smile lingered in the corner

relatively small room, the two of them did not speak. The atmosphere was

Tiffany kept urging the man to leave but

Richard’s deep voice was