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.

all these blows, her body and heart were both

his eyes

up and, with steady steps, walked toward his villa

morning, sunlight streamed

rolled over in bed and accidentally touched something hard. She opened her eyes to find Richard,

I go home? Why did you

it you who held me in your arms last night and promised you’d never leave me again?” Richard raised

“How would I

herself unable to pull away,

nose, adding, “Anyway, I’ll get used

it almost sounded like she was reluctant

underneath him, his tone suddenly cold and firm. “In that case, get used to

to pull away, but it was

the sky,

mid–afternoon that Tiffany finally got out of

the feeling that her body felt different after everything that had happened. She couldn’t quite pinpoint what had changed, but

It was odd.

dwell on it. She dragged Richard downstairs

Richard’s phone

make decisions. Tiffany wiped her mouth and stood

there was school

ended, and it was time to

wondered how things were going with Melody and whether that makeup artist, Avianna, who had a miscarriage after being kicked by Melody violently,

when she saw Richard bending down,

and planted a quick kiss on the face of

Richard chuckled softly and turned to give instructions

John nodded in

into the car and headed to

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

minutes later, they arrived at Cedar Ridge

sitting listlessly on a stone bench in the courtyard. His eyes were always focused on the road ahead, only

airport side