Chapter 554

Tiffany doubted that. Felix had recently activated the Treasure Box, receiving its inherent power. She'd never witnessed his full strength and suspected him as the shadowy figure who'd saved Morwen. Their early bond was significant; Morwen, Felix's maid, had saved him from bullying. A collaborative plan wasn't improbable.

Tiffany needed confirmation; otherwise, her search would be aimless. June readily agreed, "Alright, Miss Kelley. I'll arrange an investigation."

"Yes," Tiffany replied. Seeing her subordinates assembled, she commanded, "Retreat."

Her well-trained team followed, leaving the castle empty within minutes. As predicted, guards arrived within ten minutes, weapons drawn, but the intended targets had vanished, leaving only Morwen's tightly bound subordinates behind.

"Chase them," Tiffany ordered.

Meanwhile, Tiffany, her subordinates, and the large black bear reached Jeremy's private villa. Prince Jeremy Cooper's high status in the royal family granted him exclusive access; it provided Tiffany refuge. The door closed, isolating them.

Garry eyed Tiffany's diamond pendant. "Tiffany, where did you get that? It looks useful," he asked curiously. The pendant ensured their welcome at the castle, the servants exhibiting extreme respect—a stark contrast to their earlier unpleasant meal.

Tiffany raised an eyebrow, simply saying, "Go rest." She'd been moving all night. Now safe, she needed to conserve energy.

The spacious castle provided ample rooms for everyone. Tiffany was shown to a master bedroom. Before the servant left, she instructed, "Please feed the bear. Thank you."

The servant nodded respectfully. "Don't worry, Miss."

Tiffany checked the time: 6 a.m. She set an alarm and fell asleep.

Later, awakened by sunlight, she was puzzled. Her alarm hadn't gone off. Her phone was missing. Touching something soft and warm, she realized someone was in the room.

Vigilantly, she jumped up, kicking at the person beside the bed. A hand gently grasped her calf. A low, magnetic laugh followed.

"Honey, are you this enthusiastic when you see me?"

Richard.

Relief washed over Tiffany. "So you came! I thought you were lying on the phone," she exclaimed, embracing him.

"My wife's already thinking of our child's name. How could I not come?" Richard chuckled.

Tiffany, embarrassed yet relieved, scoffed, "Dream on."

Richard, instead of pressing further, sighed. "I rushed over overnight. I didn't sleep."

Tiffany's heart softened. He'd handled company matters and traveled without rest.

Touching his face, she admired his handsome features. She noticed a little stubble—prickly yet manly. Her hand drifted down to his Adam's apple.

Just as she was about to ask after his well-being, he grabbed her hand, pressing her against the wall.

"Yes?" Tiffany blinked innocently.

Richard's intense gaze sent a shiver down her spine.

A scorching breath grazed her ear. His voice, husky and sexy, whispered, "You can't touch a man's Adam's apple casually. Honey, you're responsible."

Before she could react, he pulled her closer. The word "responsible" echoed in her mind.

"I was wrong," she whispered, eyes filled with innocent helplessness.

"Call me honey," he commanded.

"Honey, I was wrong," she readily agreed.

Richard's gaze deepened. He gritted his teeth, "Where's the bathroom?"

"There," she pointed, urging him away.

He smiled, a devilish glint in his eyes. "You're coming with me."

Chapter 551 (This chapter seems out of order. It should probably be placed before Chapter 554.)

There was a little stubble on his smooth chin, slightly prickly but adding to his manliness. His face was captivating. His Adam's apple was prominent.

Tiffany, unusually gentle, was about to inquire about his well-being when he grabbed her hand, pressing her against the wall.

"Yes?" Tiffany blinked. She sensed something was off; his deep eyes held a fiery intensity.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

A scorching breath hit her ear. His low, restrained voice was incredibly sexy and hoarse. "You can't touch a man's Adam's apple casually. What should we do now? Honey, you have to be responsible."

Before she could react, he pulled her closer. The word "responsible" echoed, igniting a fire within her. She felt the heat of his body.

"Is it any use for me to beg for mercy now?" she thought.

She looked at him with watery eyes, innocent and helpless. "I was wrong."

She tried to move but was trapped in the corner. "I was wrong"

"Call me honey."

"Honey, I was wrong"

Richard's gaze was intense, his desire nearly overpowering his rationality. He gritted his teeth, "Where's the bathroom?"

"There," she pointed, hoping he'd leave.

He curled his lips into a charming, mischievous smile. "You're coming with me."