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.

blows, her body

Richard gently stroked Tiffany’s cheek, his eyes filled with

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

morning, sunlight streamed into

bed and accidentally touched something hard. She opened her eyes to find Richard, dressed in pajamas and propped up on his elbow, watching her with

moment before reacting. “Didn’t I

you’d never leave me again?” Richard raised an eyebrow, his words effectively silencing Tiffany, “What, sleep with me and then act

“How

the one who had let herself get carried away by Richard’s charm and found herself unable to pull

adding, “Anyway,

way she said it, it almost

tone suddenly cold and firm. “In that

tried to pull away,

the sky, casting its light over the

until mid–afternoon that Tiffany finally got out of the room after a shower,

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

It was odd.

didn’t dwell on it. She

lunch, Richard’s phone

decisions. Tiffany wiped her

from home, there was school to think

a week since her suspension had ended, and it was time to

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

in thought when she saw Richard bending down, his

the face of Richard who

to give

John nodded

into the car

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

arrived at Cedar Ridge

of the 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 briefly glancing up when a car passed, then quickly looking away when he realized the person in the

the airport