Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 695: Don’t!

Everett looked at her seriously.

"Aurora, of course I’m not afraid of dying. If I were, I wouldn’t have come to Country S to see you again."

Aurora bit her lip, eyes shimmering with tears.

"Everett... are you really not afraid of him? What if one day you really just... don’t wake up?"

"Then you can sleep with me forever. Problem solved."

Aurora’s chest rose and fell with emotion. She was overwhelmed—touched, surprised, angry, and deeply unsettled...

She couldn’t even sort through it all. But Everett’s actions—weren’t they proof he was completely in love with her?

What other guy would still come all this way chasing after her? Most would’ve run the other way by now.

By all logic, she should treasure Everett. But she couldn’t help fearing he’d get hurt.

If something really happened to him... Aurora would never forgive herself.

She hid the storm in her eyes and checked the time. Five minutes had passed. Slowly, she let go of the cotton ball pressing against his hand.

The puncture site had turned a dark red-purple, but the bleeding had stopped.

Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

Before she could throw away the blood-stained cotton, Everett’s hand gripped the back of her head—and his burning lips crashed down on hers.

"Mmm! Everett, stop—don’t..."

He was breathing heavily, like he wanted to melt her into his bones.

"Don’t move... don’t struggle. What if I knock the IV over again?"

Aurora froze, glancing nervously at the IV stand. Thankfully, it hadn’t tipped.

Then his lips came down again. They were dry and hot, making her mouth twitch a little. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, but she didn’t dare fight back.

If the IV fell again, that would be bad.

Aurora squeezed her eyes shut, letting him steal kisses from her lips. Her heart pounded out of rhythm, a warm sweetness spreading in her chest—but so what?

In the end... she still had to leave him.

When Everett finally pulled away, her cheeks were flushed a rich red. His eyes lit up with joy, and his voice softened.

"What’s wrong? Not impressed with my kissing skills?"

Aurora let out a cold snort.

"I..."

Everett pulled her into his arms.

"Don’t leave. Just stay with me tonight. The hospital bed’s big enough."

Aurora froze, completely thrown off.

What the hell was that supposed to mean?!

Share a bed with him?

"Everett, don’t push me too hard... I—I’m not used to sleeping next to someone!" Aurora protested, her face flushing red.

Everett’s gaze darkened.

"You’ll have to get used to it eventually."

Aurora gritted her teeth but quickly reminded herself—better to calm him down first, then talk.

"That man... did he do anything to you?"

Everett’s expression cooled instantly as he thought of the mysterious old man.

That incident had only strengthened his resolve to protect Aurora. But because of his previous mistake, he had nearly gotten her hurt.

In his mind, his own injuries didn’t matter—but if he couldn’t even protect a woman, then what kind of man was he?

Aurora lowered her eyes and shook her head slightly.

"No. But if he had done something to me...?"

"Then he’d be begging for death."

Everett’s eyes turned ice cold, a murderous glint flashing through them.

Aurora felt uneasy. That man was a seasoned killer with years of experience. Could Everett really be a match for him?

She bit her lip and didn’t say what she was thinking—she didn’t want to crush his spirit.

"You should lie down," she said. "I’ll have someone bring you lip balm. Your lips are cracked and bleeding."

"You stopped drinking water and refused your meds just to force me to show up, didn’t you?"

"So what if I did?" Everett replied casually.

"Everett!" Aurora raised her voice. "Can’t you take better care of yourself?"

"Aurora," Everett countered, brow furrowed, "can’t you be honest with your heart? If I didn’t push you like this, would you have come?"

Aurora shut her mouth in frustration.

She wasn’t here willingly—Will and his crew basically kidnapped her.

Just as she was silently cursing them, her phone vibrated. Aurora glanced at the screen: it was Alexander calling.

She hesitated, wondering if she should answer—but Everett’s hand was faster. He snatched the phone right out of hers.

"Hey! What are you doing?! Give it back!"

Aurora panicked. Alexander probably hadn’t given up on her yet. He was likely calling to patch things up.

Everett’s face turned icy.

"What? You don’t want me to answer? Worried I’ll hurt him?"

Aurora went quiet. Yeah... she was afraid Everett might lose control and do something to Alexander.

Alexander had made mistakes, sure—but he was still her first love, and they’d been together for seven years.

"Everett, just give it back. I really need to talk to him—please..."

Aurora pleaded softly, but Everett had already swiped to answer the call.

"Aurora, are you okay?"

"She’s fine," Everett cut in coolly. "She’s here with me. Mr. Bell, I heard you broke up with your new flame—got dumped and came crawling back to your ex, huh?"

"Everett!" Aurora shouted before he could say more. She reached for her phone, but Everett dodged easily.

There was a pause on the other end, then Alexander gave a low, wounded laugh.

"I see... sorry for disturbing you."

"You should be," Everett said smugly before hanging up. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Aurora was so angry she wanted to slap him. But he was still sick—she couldn’t bring herself to hit a patient.

"Sorry about that," Alexander had said before the line went dead.

"Congrats on hanging up," Everett muttered with a stone-cold face.

Aurora looked at him, icy and sharp, and suddenly felt less confident. But then she reminded herself—why should she feel guilty?

She wasn’t even his girlfriend. Her ex just called her. That’s all.

"I thought you two broke up. Why are you still answering his calls?" Everett tossed the phone on the bed, visibly annoyed.

"Everett, what are you jealous for?" Aurora groaned. "Even if we broke up, we’re still just... friends."

"Friends? You only stay friends with someone if you’re still hung up on them."

"Everett..." Aurora was about to lose it. She could never win an argument with him and glared at him in frustration. He scowled right back.

He didn’t get it either—why was he usually so calm, yet turned into a total mess the moment it involved Aurora?

Even jealousy should have a limit.

Aurora tried to stand up, but Everett grabbed her wrist. She turned, sighing.

"Everett, I need to pee."

Only then did he let go, watching her back as she walked away.

He could feel it—that distant, hesitant energy she gave off.

No. He had to find a way to anchor her heart to his—for good.