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.

Richard caught her by the waist, pulling her close. The warmth between them deepened as he kissed her again, slow and passionate. For a

flushed. She playfully smacked his shoulder. Richard let go

glare, but before she could say anything,

“I’m hungry!” Tiffany declared.

for you,” Richard

stomach with an odd expression, almost as if

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 soon,

back in her seat, resting her chin on her

brought out two steaming

and fully equipped. Someone had clearly stocked fresh ingredients before their departure, ensuring they

Tiffany’s attention. She took a bite and

were impressive, both in presentation and taste. Tiffany couldn’t help but be surprised. For someone as pampered

had to admit it

meat, Tiffany wiped her mouth, completely

open sea. By her estimation, it would take at least three more

Tiffany Kelley sighed.

telling her about it when she was young. He’d explained that you could only find the island by reading

after a while, exhaustion overtook her,

the yacht’s driver leaving in a small speedboat. Confused,

let him leave?” she asked, frowning. “How are

and pointed