Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Chapter 570

The silhouettes of them stretched long shadows beneath the fading light of the setting sun.

The henchmen, accustomed to such scenes, had gradually learned to stay composed. Even when they saw Richard bending down to help Tiffany with her shoes, they no longer looked on in stunned disbelief as they once had.

By now, after countless displays of affection, they had become accustomed to witnessing such strange sights.

The private plane slowly ascended into the sky.

Nightfall descended, and a meteor streaked across the heavens.

Two and a half hours later, the private jet landed át Royal Bay.

John entered the lounge from outside and, with a respectful tone, said, “Mr. Hampton, we’ve arrived.”

Richard held up a finger to signal for silence.

John froze. When he looked again, he saw Tiffany fast asleep, nestled in Richard’s arms.

Understanding immediately, John quietly retreated.

Richard looked down at Tiffany, who slept like a contented cat in his arms, her body lazily curled against him. She had found a comfortable position, her face soft and innocent in its vulnerability. The sight of her made his heart melted and brought a warm, protective feeling to his chest.

Richard smiled faintly and gently placed a kiss on her forehead. “Little lazybones, we’re home.”

Suddenly, Tiffany stirred, her hand slapping lightly against his chin. Her voice, muffled by sleep, carried a hint of irritation. “Quiet!”

She was clearly still half–asleep.

Richard paused, then chuckled softly.

It seemed Tiffany had a little temper, even when asleep.

It made sense, though. During her time with the Azure Sea Royal Family, even though it was only a brief three days, Tiffany had been under constant stress. She had been pursued by assassins sent by Morwen, learned of her grandfather’s deteriorating health, and even discovered betrayal by those she trusted most.

She had placed so much faith in James, only to be deeply hurt.

these blows, her body

cheek, his eyes filled

her up and, with steady steps, walked toward his villa in Royal

next morning, sunlight streamed into

her eyes to find Richard, dressed in pajamas and

froze for a moment before reacting. “Didn’t I go home? Why did

Richard raised an eyebrow, his words effectively

recoiled. “How would I

away by Richard’s charm and found herself unable to pull away, bound to him in

nose, adding, “Anyway, I’ll get used

thought. From the way she said it, it almost sounded like she was reluctant to

rolled over and pressed her underneath him, his tone

tried to pull away,

sky, casting its light over

out of the room after a shower, moving in the strangest

that had happened. She couldn’t quite pinpoint what had changed, but there was an energy in her she hadn’t felt

It was odd.

dwell on it. She dragged Richard downstairs

lunch, Richard’s phone

make decisions. Tiffany wiped her mouth and stood up. “Why don’t you go to the office now? I need

was

suspension had ended, and it was time to report back

and whether that makeup artist, Avianna, who had a miscarriage after being

she saw Richard bending down, his handsome face approaching hers, dark eyes glinting with

a quick kiss on the face of Richard who had approached her,

give instructions to John. “Take

Hampton.” John nodded

car and headed to

please get in the car.” John opened the car door, and Tiffany

they arrived at Cedar Ridge

car when, to her surprise, she saw her adoptive father sitting listlessly on a stone bench in the courtyard. His eyes were always focused on the road ahead, only

from the airport side and hadn’t noticed the one