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.

waist, pulling her close. The warmth between them deepened as he kissed her again, slow and passionate. For a long moment, it was just the two of them, lost in

cheeks flushed. She

glare, but before she could say anything, her stomach

“I’m hungry!” Tiffany declared.

for you,” Richard replied

her stomach with an odd expression, almost as if he were thinking.

self–control. And it was just Tiffany’s luck that her cycle had recently ended. ‘Surely, I can’t be

her seat,

minutes later, Richard brought out two steaming hot

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

Tiffany’s attention. She took a bite and couldn’t help but praise, “This

taste. Tiffany couldn’t help but be surprised. For someone as pampered as Richard, his cooking skills were unexpectedly

had to admit it she’d found a

finishing her meat, Tiffany wiped her mouth, completely

By her estimation, it would take at least three more hours to

Tiffany Kelley sighed.

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

clues. But after a while, exhaustion overtook her, and she

to the sound of movement. Rubbing her eyes, she noticed the yacht’s driver leaving

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

pointed to