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

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

man barked sternly with

you here?” Tiffany cried

wound, her small tank top had been pulled

was drowning

on her own.

her bed. She wanted badly to jump into a hole to

focused his full attention on her hideous

by

alluring sinuous curves, had been marred by

looked concerned and asked softly, “Does

palms brushed up and down while

shrank back and replied with a red face. “It

stage, she decided she might as well let Richard bandage her wound quickly and be done with

.iry cold.

it simply, Hurry

Richard then proceeded to bandage up the

dealing with some fragile treasure which

kept her face buried in

suddenly thought

that if a person really liked another person, what was deemed bearable physical pain on the second person would

whether this was how

many conflicting emotions in

pulled down her tank top carefully. His movements were restrained and

the pillow, “Thank

proceeded to pull

doing that, he said slowly, “This looks a little familiar. Is it the same

familiar?” Tiffany

“Your clothes.”

stared at Rieurd

and he was unconscious

end, she used the small tank top she was wearing

inexplicable sense of shame overcame her

into the blanket. She swore to herself

her reaction and a faint smile lingered in the corner of his

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

Tiffany kept urging the man to leave but he remained in

Richard’s deep