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!”

bed and carefully cleaning her wound was not

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

barked sternly with a

Tiffany

wound, her small tank top had been

was drowning

her own. Why did she have to call for

wanted badly to jump into a

paid no heed to her and focused his full attention on

by

smooth and flawless back, accentuated by alluring sinuous curves,

looked concerned and asked softly,

calloused palms brushed up and down while his warm fingers touched her

shrank back and replied with a red face. “It

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

.iry cold.

it simply, Hurry up, it’s

up the wound expertly but with great

he was dealing with

buried in the

suddenly thought of

pain on the second person would be magnified manyfold in the form of heartache for

was how

emotions

carefully. His movements were restrained and respectful,

through the

proceeded to pull

he said slowly, “This looks a little familiar. Is it

familiar?” Tiffany was

“Your clothes.”

Tiffany stared at Rieurd

first time she met Richard. His abdomen was injured and he was unconscious in the small forest. At that time, she was treating his wound but she did not

tank top she

of shame overcame her as the recollection resurfaced

the blanket. She swore to herself

a faint smile lingered in the corner of

them did not speak. The atmosphere was

urging the man to

long while, Richard’s deep

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