Chapter 584
Tiffany left the interrogation, foregoing her return to school to visit June at the hospital. June, having recovered well from her injuries after a few days, surprised even her daily visitor, Sidney, who exclaimed, “Her recovery is amazing! As expected of the priceless spirit herbs!” Soon, June was discharged.
That night, Tiffany, alone in her room at Luna Villa, was disturbed only by a gust of wind preceding Richard’s arrival. She barely glanced up, already accustomed to his presence. “You’re here,” she said.
A faint smile played on Richard’s handsome face as he entered. Seeing Tiffany wrestling with the Treasure Box, he asked, “Honey, what are you doing?” The box, invaluable to others, was nearly demolished by her attempts.
“It’s nothing,” she replied, “I’m negotiating with it.”
Richard’s eyebrow arched in surprise. “You mean… negotiating with the Treasure Box?”
“Yeah,” Tiffany sighed. The box, supposedly having recognized her as its master, refused to cooperate despite her awakened royal bloodline; its blue light remained stubbornly inert.
Richard asked, “No agreement?”
“Nope,” Tiffany nodded, her look suggesting she sought his advice.
Suddenly, Richard produced an axe, hefting it before pointing it at the box. “What’s the point of a disobedient box? Better to chop it up,” he said, his tone lazy yet menacing.
An oppressive aura filled the room. The Treasure Box’s blue light flickered, and Tiffany heard its voice in her mind: “My dear master, what do you want me to do?”
Speechless at its swift surrender, Tiffany’s eyes twitched. She’d issued similar threats, but destroying the box herself would have brought repercussions. Someone else, however, could act without consequence—a case of blatant bullying.
Tiffany softly snorted. “Good,” she said.
The Treasure Box whimpered, silenced by fear. Tiffany asked, “Can I use it to rewind time?”
“No,” a crisp voice answered. Richard narrowed his eyes, tapping the axe on the floor. The box trembled in silent fear. Fearing destruction, it hastily explained, “Master, reversing time is impossible. It affects too much; I’m incapable.”
“I know,” Tiffany replied; it was merely a question.
The Treasure Box sighed in relief, then offered an alternative: “Master, to change someone’s past, you can travel to that time period in another space-time. The only drawback is a three-minute limit.”
While brief, three minutes could be crucial. Tiffany felt a wave of relief. There was still a chance.
She instructed, “When ready, send me there for three minutes.”
“Yes, master!” The box replied respectfully. A blue flash subsided into the box's usual calm; it looked like an ordinary, unremarkable box. This was a trick, a concealment against covetous eyes. Who would suspect such power?
Seeing Tiffany relax, Richard raised an eyebrow. “So, no more destruction?”
“Nope,” Tiffany said, smiling sweetly. Their mental communication remained private.
Richard, unconcerned, tossed the axe aside. He’d be her “vicious dog,” attacking at her command, because he loved her.
Tiffany felt it too. She hugged him tightly, murmuring, “Thank you, honey!”
Richard’s eyes gleamed. “Good girl,” he said, leaning in for a kiss.
“Such a little vixen,” he murmured as their lips met. The wind stirred the curtains, the bedroom door locked, the bed canopy falling, concealing them. The night was young.
Tiffany found an unexpected warmth in his embrace, a complete sense of belonging and satisfaction. The night was a sensual journey.
The next morning, Richard emerged from the bathroom, descending the stairs with Tiffany. June, slightly surprised at seeing them together, quickly recovered, instructing a servant to bring extra utensils. The servants giggled, their knowing looks evident.
Tiffany blushed, but the fact of their marriage—or open relationship—soothed her. However, a bowl of nourishing soup at breakfast sent her hurrying Richard into the car.
He laughed. “Wasteful not to drink the soup?”
Tiffany stammered, “Nourish what? There’s no need!”
Richard caught on, his devilish grin widening. “So… quite satisfied?”