Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 647: He Did It on Purpose!

She suddenly looked up at him, only to find Everett leaning in close, his breath warm against her face. It made her feel incredibly awkward.

"Everett, get off me—now!" Aurora growled through clenched teeth.

Everett panted slightly, his voice weak. "I suddenly... don’t think I can walk anymore..."

Bull. He was obviously faking it.

Aurora grabbed the IV stand and shoved him away, but he slumped back onto her again. "Just let me lean on you... mm, I need a break."

He was so close it looked like they were cuddling. If anyone walked in, they’d think it was some romantic moment.

Except it wasn’t. Everett had backed her right up against the wall...

His lips brushed her cheek, soft like petals. And his laugh—low and smug—sounded like a devil in the dark.

This guy was shameless.

Aurora stomped hard on his foot. Everett winced. But before he could react, she yanked him off her like a porcupine on the attack.

"Everett, if you don’t start walking, I swear I’ll leave you here!" Aurora snapped, her pretty eyes glaring.

Everett almost laughed.

Barely holding it in, he kept a straight face. "Fine. You clearly want to spend more time alone with me."

Aurora was furious. How could one person be this annoying? She seriously wanted to chop him into pieces.

She held back her anger. Everett stopped messing around and quietly followed behind her.

The IV line swung with each step, and somehow, Everett found that motion... oddly graceful.

Aurora parked the IV stand by the bed, crossed her arms, and stared coldly out at the people walking by.

This floor was way too soundproof. VIP treatment, alright. She knocked on the glass—thunk.

After standing there another ten minutes, Aurora couldn’t take it anymore. She turned back to him. "Everett, could you... get someone to unlock the door?"

Everett raised his eyebrows innocently. "I didn’t lock it. And how am I supposed to call anyone? This room’s soundproof, remember? Stop dreaming."

Aurora was fuming. She plopped onto the couch, refusing to look at him.

Luckily, there were a few magazines nearby—but all in Country W’s language.

She’d completely forgotten this was Country Y. Aurora didn’t care much for Country W’s language. Just scanning the rows of text gave her a headache.

She could mostly make it out, but there were still words she didn’t know. After a few pages, her eyelids grew heavy. Soon, she was curled up on the couch, fast asleep.

She let her guard down because Everett was a patient. There was no way he had the energy to try anything.

Watching her sleep, Everett frowned. "She really just fell asleep like that? No sense of caution at all. Pig."

Even so, he stood up, grabbed the blanket from the bed, and with his IV hand gripping the stand, quietly draped it over her.

Everett’s head was still a little fuzzy.

He sat back down on the bed, quietly watching Aurora’s sleeping profile.

It felt so good to be with her.

Even the night seemed softer.

Even the lights felt warmer.

Even time itself felt more precious.

Everett wished he could freeze this moment—just sit here and look at her forever.

But this woman... she probably didn’t have him in her heart, did she?

Feeling a bit frustrated, Everett found himself craving a cigarette. But after changing clothes, everything on him was soaked. His lighter was probably lost in the lake.

He took a deep breath and stared greedily at Aurora, as if afraid he might never see her again.

Aurora was sound asleep. Even when the door opened, she didn’t stir.

Clack clack clack—the sharp sound of a woman’s heels echoed through the room. Everett looked up with clear annoyance. The moment the woman stepped inside, the scent of her perfume filled the air.

The one he hated most.

A man and a woman walked in. The man looked to be around fifty, though he was actually sixty. This was Everett’s father—Mr. Langston Adams.

The woman walking ahead of him was Everett’s stepmother, Gianna.

Gianna was from Country S. She didn’t come from a poor background, but her personality was just as calculating as Everett’s biological mother.

"Everett, you got hurt and didn’t even tell us? If the butler hadn’t spotted your car, we wouldn’t have known you were back!"

Gianna sounded concerned, but when she caught Everett’s cold, deadpan stare, she shut up and stepped aside to let Mr. Langston approach.

As he came closer, Gianna gave a coy smile and held onto his arm. "See? Everett’s on an IV. He really must be injured."

Langston’s eyes drifted to Aurora, still sleeping on the couch.

Only then did Gianna notice there was someone else in the room—a young woman, beautiful and sharp-looking. She frowned instantly, clearly displeased.

"Who is she?" Langston asked, his tone sharp and cold.

Maybe the voices finally reached her. Aurora stirred, her lashes fluttering. She slowly opened her eyes and stood up in surprise and awkwardness when she saw two unfamiliar faces.

"She’s my girlfriend. Aurora," Everett said lazily.

Aurora? The woman from Country S who was in all those rumors with Everett?

Gianna’s heart burned with jealousy, but she kept up a pleasant smile. "So you’re Miss Wilson. What a pleasure!"

Aurora had composed herself by now. "Hello. I’m Aurora. And this gentleman is...?"

"That’s my father. And that’s his current wife," Everett replied, totally indifferent.

Aurora blushed a little as she turned toward the obviously unamused Mr. Langston.

"Mr. Adams, nice to meet you. Everett was joking earlier—I’m just a friend, not his girlfriend," she explained gently. Langston’s expression softened a bit.

"I see. And you, you brat—you came back to Country Y and didn’t even tell me?" Langston scolded, his tone ice-cold. Ever since Everett had moved to Country S, they barely saw each other.

Everett raised an eyebrow. "I’m not your lover. Why would I need to report to you?"

Aurora nearly choked. She didn’t expect Everett to be this sarcastic right in front of his father.

"You—" Langston was about to lose it, but then remembered there was company in the room. He turned to Aurora, giving her a once-over.

She really was beautiful.

Her voice was crisp and full of spirit, just like her face.

Langston didn’t live in Country S, but he was well aware of its entertainment industry. The one who stood out most in his mind was Ella—Eric’s wife—who had, at a young age, invested in land that skyrocketed years later.

And she’d even replaced Tiffany as the number one Country S woman on a major Y country magazine list.

"I’d like to speak with Everett. Miss Wilson, if it’s convenient, would you mind stepping out?" he said curtly.

Aurora gave a polite smile and folded the blanket neatly. "Everett, I’ll head out. Mr. Adams, Mrs. Langston, goodbye."

She was respectful and didn’t lose her cool in front of Langston’s obvious hostility.

"She’s my girlfriend. Why should she leave?" Everett suddenly snapped, cold and firm.