Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany novel Chapter 42

Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Chapter 42

With that. Richard climbed into bed and left the other half for any.

Seeing Tiffany’s stunned look, Richard propped his head up on one hand, his deep, dark eyes hiding a playful smile. Then he said. “Get in bed.”

Is he serious?’ Tiffany was flustered.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Tiffany said. The red candle in her hand trembled slightly, a clear sign that her inner turmoil was at its peak.

Why is it that Richard, who is usually as aloof as a deity in front of others, acts so out of character with me? It’s like he’s constantly breaking his high and mighty facade in front of me.

“Who would believe this if it got out? Tiffany thought and felt like crying

After thinking for a moment, Tiffany decided to make a run for it. Then she said goodnight quickly and tried to leave the

But due to the power outage and the lack of light, the candle went out with a whoosh as she moved. Tiffany was plunged into darkness instantly, unable to find the door. Now, she was stuck, unable to move forward or back.

Tiffany screamed to herself, ‘Oh my God! I’m freaking out! D**n!”

Then a soft laugh came from behind her. Candlelight flickered back on. Tiffany turned around to see Richard setting up a makeshift bed on the floor.

Seeing Tiffany’s flushed face, Richard teased. “Don’t worry, I won’t give you a chance to take advantage of me.”

‘Of course, I also won’t necessarily fight it if you do. This thought crossed Richard’s mind but remained unspoken.

Tiffany laughed in frustration. His teasing had made the awkwardness of sharing the room disappear completely. Then she answered, “Don’t worry, I’ll stay perfectly still.”

“Oh, that’s a pity.” Richard sighed lightly, his lips curling into a smile that never faded.

Tiffany didn’t understand what he meant by “pity” but didn’t dare ask. She was afraid Richard would say something even more provocative.

Soon, Tiffany took off her shoes and lay on the bed, pulling the slightly musty blanket over her.

This situation feels like a dream. Somehow, I have ended up sharing a room with Richard. If this gets out, it’ll surely make everyone’s jaws drop, Tiffany thought and turned her head to peek down.

The candlelight, though faint, revealed Richard’s flawlessly handsome face. His dark, deep eyes were closed, and his long eyelashes cast shadows on his eyelids

At that time, Richard looked even more enchanting, with a rare gentleness replacing his usual coldness and severity. This face was captivating no matter when or where.

While Tiffany was lost in admiration, Richard opened his eyes suddenly. In the dim candlelight, their gazes met unexpectedly.

Tiffany froze, feeling her face heat up under the intense, slightly flirtatious look in Richard’s eyes.

‘Caught in the act of admiring his looks. Is there anything more embarrassing? Tiffany thought. Then she closed her eyes quickly, pretending to be asleep.

In the small, simple room, a different kind of atmosphere settled in.

Richard watched Tiffany pretending to be asleep for a while, a faint smile crossing his deep-set eyes. She’s not being very sneaky, he thought.

The next morning, the sun shone brightly. And the storm had finally passed, leaving behind toppled trees and debris from flying sand and rocks.

Meanwhile. Tiffany and Richard prepared to leave. Before they went, Tiffany noticed Richard left a small stack of cash on the table.