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

blanket over herself, but her flustered actions pulled on her wou!

man barked sternly with

Tiffany cried out in

wound, her small tank top had

drowning in

on her own. Why did she have to call

wanted badly to jump into a hole to

paid no heed to her and focused his full attention on her

caused by a

alluring sinuous curves, had been

concerned and asked softly, “Does

brushed up and down while his warm

with a

to this stage, she decided she might as

.iry cold.

me bandage it simply, Hurry up, it’s

the wound expertly but with great

was as if he was dealing with

in the pillow throughout

thought of

person, what was deemed bearable physical pain on the

this was

were many conflicting emotions

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

mumbled through the

Richard then proceeded to pull the

“This looks a

familiar?” Tiffany was

“Your clothes.”

stared at Rieurd

he was unconscious in the small forest. At that time, she was treating his wound but she did not have

small tank top she was wearing as

of shame overcame her as the recollection resurfaced

She swore to herself she would never emerge

a faint smile lingered in the

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

urging the man to leave but

long while, Richard’s deep voice was heard