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!”

cleaning her wound was not

actions pulled on her wou! She flinched and grimaced in pain, and the sharp pain made her

barked sternly

Tiffany

to reveal her wound, her small tank top had been

was drowning

should have just quickly dealt with it on her own.

her bed. She wanted badly

no heed to her and focused his full attention

was caused by a

smooth and flawless back, accentuated by alluring sinuous curves,

concerned and asked softly, “Does it

up and down

back and replied with a

this stage, she decided she might as well

.iry cold.

it simply, Hurry up, it’s

bandage up the wound expertly but with great

with some fragile treasure which must be handled

kept her face buried in the pillow throughout the

suddenly thought

pain on the second person

was how Richard was

emotions in her

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

mumbled through the pillow,

welcome. Richard then proceeded to pull

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

Tiffany was

“Your clothes.”

stared at

met Richard. His abdomen was injured and he was unconscious in the small forest. At

the small tank top she was

shame overcame her as the recollection resurfaced in her

into the blanket. She swore to herself she would

was amused by her reaction and a faint smile lingered

did not speak. The atmosphere was still tense but the earlier hurtfulness not longer

to leave but he remained

long while, Richard’s deep voice