Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Novel by Rex Ring

Richard's eyes had the kind of ravenous look akin to a predator eyeing its prey.

Tiffany was startled and quickly withdrew her hand, You're awar? Are you feeling unwell? Shall I get Mr. Pauley to check on Even as she spoke, she was already getting ready to flee.

Before she could take one step, she felt a hand yanking her back Caught off guard, she fell onto the bed, or rather, she fell on Richard.

Tiffany could feel the man's chest rumbling as a deep chuckle rang out.

She was a little embarrassed. "Hey, your injuries haven't healed yet. Your wounds will open up again. Let go Richard did let go, but before Tiffany could get up, a warm and soft sensation made contact with her lips. "Oof " Her surprised eyes were treated to a clear, close-up view of that handsface with sharp eyebrows and keen, bright eyes Then the view faded out and all that was left was a sweet tenderness that wrapped around her.

Tiffany was literally swept off her feet by this man who had been plotting for a long time.

After what felt like a long time, Richard reluctantly let the girl go Tiffany's face was flushed and her usually clear and calm eyes had becmisty. She was extremely alluring Richard gazed at her deeply and his seductive Adam's apple bobbed a few times.

Tiffany had recovered herself by and tried to push him away. "What if someone sees us? Sc***bag. let go....” Richard was about to lose the last shred of rationality.

He took a deep breath to compose himself. He was afraid that once he tasted the sweetness, he would not be able to restrain himself. He could only resign himself to his fate and eventually allowed the blushing girl to maintain a distance from him.

Tiffany finally understood. This man was a ravenous wolf.

Richard did not feel guilty at all. Instead, he beckoned to her. "Why are you keeping yourself so far away from me? Chere." Tiffany ignored him. "It seems that your injuries are almost healed. Since you don't need people to take care of you anymore, I'm leaving." She still had work to do tonight. According to Jeremy, Melody Princeton and Sandra Olson planned to attack her tonight. She had been waiting for their trap for two days and she did not want to disappoint those two women.

As Tiffany turned around to leave, the man called out to her weakly, "Tiffany, I want swater..." She turned back and looked at the man's pale handsface. He looked so weak and helpless... Tiffany stopped herself from falling under his spell just in time.

This man was still so unbelievably handseven in such a weak, sickly state! Despite her resistance, Tiffany eventually succumbed to that handsman's charm. She poured a glass of water and thoughtfully tested the temperature before bringing it to him. "Here you go." "Feed it to me. Richard cajoled in a low voice.

When he saw that Tilfany did not move, Richard waved the hard that had an intravenous drip attached weakly and said, “I'm injured, I can't raise my arm" How shameless! He didn't have any problem raising his arm when he hugged her and kissed her just now, did he? Although she was grumbling inwardly, Tiffany still fed Richard the glass of water gently.

"I'm hungry..." Richard proceeded with the next request.

"Do you want to try this?" Tiffany had brought a lot of snacks this time. She immediately whipped out a packet of dried prunes from her pocket and took out one piece to offer to him.

Richard gave a non-committal shrug so Tiffany popped it into her own mouth.

However, in the next second, a hand grabbed the back of her head and Richard locked lips with Tiffany again.

Then he snatched the dried prune directly from her mouth without batting an eyelid...

The sour and sweet taste intertwined with myriad amorous overtures during that interval.

After detaching herself, Tiffany stared at Richard in disbelief.

The man was still unsatisfied and said languidly, "I didn't say I don't want it." "How infuriating! Tiffany's eyes widened in anger.

Just as she was contemplating punching the contemptible rascal, John Ross accidentally barged in and caught the two in close proximity. He scratched his head awkwardly. "Have... have cat a bad time?" Tiffany blushed furiously and fled.

She ran all the way out of the farmhouse and front yard. Her hot face only cooled down substantially after she stood in the cold wind for a while.

Zoe had been waiting in the front yard next door. When she saw the blush on Tiffany's face, she understood at once. "Oh, I get it! No wonder Sidney refused to let her enter Richard's farmhouse to look for Tillany.

So something interesting was going on next door! Zoe was very cited. "Tiffany, cclean now. Was there sdevelopment? Huh?" She was grinning wickedly and Tiffany blushed more furiously. However, she did not hide anything and confided to Zoe, "Well, there was ssort of development.

Zoe was not surprised at all. “I knew it!” As the saying goes, an outsider can see things more clearly than those involved.

Zoe had guessed that this would happen a long tago. After all, one couldn't hide the look of love in one's eyes.

At this moment, Grelle shouted to the two girls from afar, Tiffany, Zoe, the feast is about to begin. Cquickly!" The farm-to-table feast in the village was held in a large farmhouse that could accommodate several dining tables comfortably.

Zoe replied, "Got it. We'll be right there." Grelle nodded and therr headed to Richard's farmhouse, Strangely enough, she did not clamor to meet Richard this time. She simply passed the message to the bodyguards at the gate before going back.

Tiffany was surprised. "Why did Grelle..." "She probably got over it. Forget about her, Tillany. Let's go to the feast to take a look." Zoe quickly led Tiffany away.

She did not reveal that she had warned Grelle earlier against pestering Richard.

By the looks of it, Grelle seemed to have heeded her warning.

At the farmhouse where the farm-to-table feast was held, the cooks had busied themselves for the entire afternoon.

All kinds of ingredients had been cleaned and prepared, and the dishes were almost ready now. They could start serving sof the dishes as soon as the guests arrived. When no one was paying attention, Melody Princeton sneaked into the kitchen.

She was holding the bag of knockout powder that Sandra Olson had given her.

She had wanted to put the knockout powder in the food a long tago, but there were too many people in the afternoon and she could not find an opportunity. Even when she offered to help, she was chased out by these women villagers. They said that they could not let a guest cook for them.

Now that there were fewer people, Melody looked around and finally set her sight on a bag of salt.

While no one was around, she poured the knock-out powder into that bag of salt. After mixing the contents thoroughly to ensure that no one would suspect anything. Melody re-emerged with the bag of salt. To her dismay, when she turned around, she saw a little kid standing at the kitchen door, looking at her curiously.

"What are you doing?" "Argh!" Melody almost jumped out of her skin.