Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Chapter 558

Thinking about the scene from her dream, Tiffany felt a pang of frustration.

The dream had felt too real, and even though she knew it wasn’t true, she was still upset.

“I don’t want to talk to you anymore!” Tiffany exclaimed.

Richard couldn’t help but laugh a little at her sudden outburst, “Don’t worry,” he said reassuringly. “That wasn’t me. If you ever find yourself in danger, I’d save you, no matter what. Even if it cost me my life.

His tone was steady, his words sincere.

Tiffany blinked, taken aback by the weight of his promise. “What if you can’t save me?” she asked softly.

Without hesitation, Richard reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers.

“Then I’ll stay with you,” he said. “Life or death, heaven or hell, I’ll be by your side, no matter what.”

Tiffany’s heart trembled at his words, a strange warmth spreading through her chest. Richard’s promise stirred something deep inside her, filling the spaces where fear had taken hold with comfort and sweetness.

The deep sea didn’t seem so terrifying anymore.

Tiffany wrapped her arms around Richard’s neck and kissed him softly. “Me too,” she whispered.

them deepened as he kissed her again, slow and passionate.

pulled back, her cheeks flushed. She playfully

but before she could say anything,

“I’m hungry!” Tiffany declared.

something for you,” Richard

an odd expression, almost as if he were thinking. Tiffany’s

a certain someone had been indulgent last time, Richard seemed to have no self–control. And it was just Tiffany’s luck that her cycle had recently ended. ‘Surely, I can’t be pregnant so

in her seat, resting her chin

brought out

sleek, the yacht was still large and fully equipped. Someone had clearly stocked fresh ingredients

a bite

and flavorful. Even the side dishes were impressive, both in presentation and taste. Tiffany couldn’t

to admit it she’d

Tiffany wiped her mouth,

way to go before reaching the open sea. By her estimation, it would take at least three more hours to

Tiffany Kelley sighed.

remembered her grandfather telling her about it when she was young. He’d explained that you could only find the

But after

eyes, she noticed the yacht’s driver leaving in a small speedboat. Confused, she turned to Richard, who lounged on the

are we supposed to get back? Who’ll drive

and pointed