Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany novel Chapter 8

Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Chapter 8

Richard’s sudden appearance caught Tiffany off guard. He stood beside her, holding an umbrella that shielded them both. His other arm was securely wrapped around her waist to pull her closer, ensuring she stayed dry.

A sleek black car, unmistakably from the Hampton family, zoomed up and stopped boldly at the arena’s entrance. Richard softly chuckled as Tiffany remained in a daze and gently patted her waist. “Get in.”

His deep, magnetic voice left no room for hesitation, and Tiffany slipped into the car without a second thought.

Sandra’s previously smug expression turned sour. “That’s Richard Hampton-the most influential man in Lovell City! When did Tiffany connect with the Hampton family?’ Her thoughts raced.

‘And he’s Kenneth’s uncle!’ The realization made Sandra glance nervously at Kenneth.

“Kenneth…” Sandra began.

“I’ll take you home, Kenneth cut her off before she could continue.

Kenneth’s tone was icy, seething with frustration. He was still reeling from Tiffany’s earlier insults, and now, seeing her so closely involved with Richard made his blood boil.

Sandra bit her lip, the earlier charm of Kenneth now paling in comparison to the memory of Richard’s striking appearance.

While Kenneth and Sandra wrestled with their own thoughts, Tiffany already regretted her impulsive decision to get into Richard’s car. ‘What was I thinking? Why did I just jump into his car like that?’

The ride was silent until Tiffany cleared her throat and broke the awkward tension. “Mr. Richard, how’s your injury?”

Richard’s expression darkened at her formality, while Sidney couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. However, his amusement vanished when he noticed Richard’s stern glare in the rearview mirror.

“Do I really seem that old-fashioned?” Richard asked through gritted teeth, his narrowing at Tiffany.

Tiffany shook her head vigorously, indicating it wasn’t her intention to offend.

Richard was the youngest son of the Hampton family, born later in his father’s life. Though he was only seven years older than Tiffany, he belonged to her father’s generation by seniority, making her formal address technically correct.

Noticing Richard’s displeasure at her formal address, Tiffany swiftly shifted the conversation. “Thank you for helping me and for the ride home.”

“No need for thanks,” Richard replied with a faint smile. “Just returning the favor for tending to my injuries and saving me earlier.”

Tiffany fell silent, feeling a pang of guilt. ‘Did he notice the bow I tied?’ she wondered, not daring to say another word.

Suddenly, Sidney turned around with a teasing grin. “Hey, you’re the first girl to ride in Richard’s car. How does it feel?”