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!”

carefully cleaning her wound was not Zoe Stevens

but her flustered actions pulled on her wou! She flinched and grimaced in pain,

move the man barked sternly with a

you here?” Tiffany cried out

wound, her small tank top

drowning in

her own. Why

bed. She wanted badly to jump into a hole

no heed to her and focused

caused by

flawless back, accentuated by alluring sinuous

asked

palms brushed up and down

replied with a red

to this stage, she decided she might as well let

.iry cold.

bandage it

bandage up the wound expertly but

if he was dealing with some fragile treasure

kept her face buried in the

suddenly thought

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

wondered whether this was how Richard

emotions in her heart right

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

the pillow,

to

he said slowly, “This looks a little

familiar?” Tiffany

“Your clothes.”

stared at

injured and he was

the end, she used the small tank top she

overcame her as the

swore to

a faint smile lingered in the corner

atmosphere was still tense but the

to leave but

while, Richard’s deep voice