Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany

If it was the latter, the answer was obvious. It could only be Richard.

The more Tiffany thought about it, the more frustrated she became. That feeling of knowing some clues but still being kept in the dark and even confused was unbearable. She turned over, feeling suffocated.

Suddenly, the wind outside the window blew even more fiercely Tiffany sensed something and looked up. She saw the man she had been cursing in her heart for most of the day nimbly flipping through her window.

Only he could do such an ungentlemanly thing. However, his movements were smooth and even pleasing to the eye. It did not affect his noble and elegant presence as well, and every move he made had a charm that made one's heart palpitate.

Tiffany looked at him, then picked up a lamp by the bed and threw it at him without thinking. "Get lost!" She was in a bad mood and did not want to see that person.

The lamp flew out with full force. If it were an ordinary person, they would be smashed until their head bled. However, the person before Tiffany was Richard. He casually stretched out his hand and caught the lamp effortlessly. Then, he calmly placed the lamp on a coffee table. There was an elegant and charming smile on Richard's face, with a hint of gentleness.

Richard didn't look like he was trying to fight her but rather flirted with her. Realizing this, Tiffany choked. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She picked up the doll beside her pillow and threw it at him. However, Richard caught it again. Tiffany threw a pillow at him. This time, she threw it with both hands. It was quick and rough. She wanted the pillow to throw Richard off balance. 'Let's see if you can catch it faster than I throw it!'

As Tiffany reached out to take something, she realized she couldn't find a thing. She had thrown everything she could get her hands on. There was nothing but an empty bed.

On the other hand, Richard was still as carefree as ever. Only the mountain of things on the table could prove how rough Tiffany had been.

Seeing this, Tiffany was suffocated and turned her head away from Richard. But unexpectedly, Richard approached her. He raised his eyebrows slightly and teased, "Madam, I don't mind you throwing yourself at me." Tiffany's eyes widened. She was furious. "In your dreams!"

Tiffany lay on the bed and covered her head with the blanket. It was too obvious that she didn't want to talk to him. Even Richard, who had a sharp mind, was quite puzzled seeing this.

Richard could only step closer and gently lift the blanket. But at the same time, a hand reached out. Tiffany flailed her hand. "Go away. Get lost!"

However, a large palm suddenly caressed her stomach gently. Richard massaged her again and again. "Does it hurt?"

A clear and pleasant voice sounded outside the blanket. Tiffany was stunned by his actions and instantly lost her temper. She could no longer get angry at Richard.

Finally, Tiffany lifted the blanket, revealing only her head. Then she glared at him with some grievance. "Aren't you going to explain yourself?" Tiffany demanded a detailed explanation while trying to keep their distance. She didn't want to keep guessing when there was a misunderstanding between her and Richard. She was tired of feeling powerless.

Fortunately, Richard was sharp. When he heard her question, he understood almost instantly. However, he did not know whether to laugh or cry as he asked, "Are you jealous?"

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Tiffany did not speak. However, the accusation in her eyes was obvious.

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Richard smiled and reached out to pinch her face lovingly. "Is it about the time when we had dinner? Why didn't you ask me

then?"

"You still have the cheek to ask back?" Tiffany was furious and smiled insincerely. "Didn't I ask you already? But did you answer? Stop denying that you have answered. Because if you have, I shouldn't be asking anything anymore!" Richard was stunned before he answered smoothly, "It's my fault. How do you want to punish me, Madam?"

Richard's devilish attitude surfaced as he approached. Facing his charm, Tiffany retreated step by step. Even she began to stutter. "What are you doing? Don't come so close to me. Ah, it's itchy, it's itchy!"

Tiffany tried to struggle. However, it was already too late. Richard had silenced her with his lips.

Richard's kiss felt different. It wasn't sweet and gentle. It was wild and domineering. Tiffany was in a daze.

It wasn't until Richard let go that Tiffany regained her senses. She gritted her teeth and complained, "Bastard! Do you think a kiss can fix the mess you've made?"

"No, but it does make me feel happy." Richard's voice was hoarse, but the satisfaction in his eyes was apparent.

Before Tiffany could understand what he meant, he spoke earnestly,

"I knew nothing when my Grandpa made this decision. So, when I heard the news, I immediately rejected the invitation. "What I want to tell you is that I'm crazy and desperate to tie you to me and tell the world that you're my woman. "So, I won't let anyone affect our relationship.

"No one!"

Richard enunciated each word firmly. His low and magnetic voice became even more alluring under the dim light. Tiffany's heart was beating wildly as she listened. She wanted to keep a straight face, but the corners of her lips smiled. Richard noticed the change in her face and lowered his head to sigh. His tone carried an indescribable disappointment and discomfort. "Madam, you've wronged me."

Tiffany never expected such a man to have a soft side. She panicked and immediately felt guilty. "I'm sorry. I... I didn't want

didn't tell me. You need to know I heard this from someone else, and I just kind of sulked." to be angry with you,

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In Tiffany's defense, she felt the entire world knew about this. However, she was the only one kept in the dark.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

When Tiffany heard it from Wendy, Wendy's tone made it look like the Hampton Family's marriage with that Saintess was imperative. This made Tiffany even more anxious.

Richard chuckled softly. When he looked up again, a cold glint flashed across his eyes. "It's not impossible to get married. After all, the Hampton Family doesn't have many things but a handful of grandchildren"

Tiffany almost choked when she heard his remark. "What are you planning, Richard?" Several thoughts flashed through her mind. She admitted that Richard's approach was ruthless, If the other few people were allowed to marry Saintess, then the -purpose of the marriage would be achieved, and the matter could be resolved without much effort.

Tiffany was about to ask for the details, but Richard shook his head and gently pinched her face. "Be good. Kids shouldn't listen to this. I don't want you to have nightmares."

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