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!”

bed and carefully cleaning her wound was not

her flustered actions pulled on her wou! She flinched and grimaced in pain, and the sharp pain made her break out in a cold

barked sternly with

you here?” Tiffany cried

to reveal her wound, her small tank

was drowning

her own. Why did she

badly to jump into a hole to

focused his full attention on

caused by a

smooth and flawless back, accentuated by alluring sinuous curves, had been marred by

concerned and asked softly,

palms brushed up and down while his warm fingers touched her

replied with a red face. “It

she might as well let Richard bandage her wound quickly and

.iry cold.

it simply, Hurry

up the

was as if he was dealing with some fragile treasure which

kept her face buried in

suddenly thought of

was deemed bearable physical pain on the second person would be magnified manyfold in the form of heartache for

whether this was how Richard was

conflicting emotions in

top carefully. His movements were restrained and respectful, and he never once took advantage

through the pillow, “Thank

to pull

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

familiar?” Tiffany was

“Your clothes.”

Tiffany stared at

time she met Richard. His abdomen was injured and he was unconscious in the small

the small tank

of shame overcame her as the recollection resurfaced in

and burrowed into the blanket. She swore to herself she

a faint smile

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

the man to leave but he remained in

long while, Richard’s deep voice was