Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 703: Never Giving Up

Nerida nodded silently, and Dominic didn’t object either. After Aurora and Dominic slipped out through the side door at the back, Aurora received a call from Eleanor.

"Be careful," Eleanor warned, "a friend told me there are a bunch of reporters gathering at both the front and back entrances of Central Hospital!"

Aurora responded with a hum. She had a feeling this might happen—after all, Kennedy never liked her, and it wouldn’t be surprising if he used this chance to retaliate.

While not as malicious as someone like Autumn, Kennedy’s kind of revenge still irritated Aurora.

She and Dominic kept their heads down as they left through the side gate. But after just a few steps, Aurora nearly bumped into someone.

When she looked up, her gaze landed on a face that was tense with rage.

Aurora froze. She hadn’t expected him to chase her down here, and for a moment, she was at a complete loss for words.

Dominic was visibly terrified by the man standing in front of them—eyes filled with fury, radiating a bone-chilling coldness. He tugged at Aurora’s sleeve, his voice trembling as he stammered, "It’s... Everett!"

Everett stood squarely in front of Aurora, his dark gaze locked onto her. From last night until now, he hadn’t been able to sleep. Her face kept flashing through his mind, tormenting him with a storm of emotion he couldn’t shake off.

"What’s the matter? You don’t want to see me?" Everett asked coldly, his brow arching as he noticed how Aurora lowered her head in silence.

"There! That’s Everett!"

"Aurora’s with him!"

"Hurry up! If we don’t go now, it’ll be too late!"

Not far off, a crowd of reporters began to gather, but Everett had come prepared—with enough bodyguards to keep them at a distance, only able to take photos from afar.

Nerida pulled the car over, frowning at Everett, whose face was as dark as a storm cloud.

"Miss Wilson..." Nerida called out. Aurora lifted her head. "Wait for me a moment—I need to talk to Everett."

Her words made it clear Nerida didn’t need to get out of the car.

Dominic, still pale from Everett’s intense presence, muttered, "I-I’ll wait in the car..."

Aurora nodded. Once Dominic left, she looked up at the man standing there, his whole body taut with tension.

With reporters’ cameras aimed their way, Aurora hesitated—unsure whether she should talk to him here or go somewhere more private. But Everett didn’t wait for her to decide. He reached out, grabbed her hand, and led her toward his Maybach.

Aurora didn’t resist. At the very least, she could save face for him in front of the press.

Once inside, the doors shut and the windows rolled up, cutting off all outside views. No one could see them now.

The atmosphere inside the car was suffocatingly tense. Aurora leaned uncomfortably against the seat and broke the silence.

"Everett, I told you—I don’t want you to come looking for me anymore. I’m not going to be with you."

Rage flared in Everett’s eyes. He suddenly grabbed Aurora’s hand tightly. "Fine! Aurora, you’re a coward! You love me, but you’re running away! I told you—I’m not afraid to die—"

"But I am!" Aurora’s voice shot up before she quickly lowered it again, remembering the reporters outside. Her tone chilled. "Everett, I am afraid. Is that so hard to understand? If I’m with you, that lunatic old man will target you. And when he does, I’ll get caught in the crossfire too!"

She had no better excuse—no real reason to give. So she resorted to this clumsy, desperate lie.

Everett’s jaw clenched as he glared at her. "Don’t say things you don’t mean, Aurora! That’s not how you really feel!"

"Oh, what, you can read my mind now? You know exactly what I think?" Aurora’s face turned red as she fiercely tried to yank her hand away.

But Everett was too strong. His fever had broken, and though he wasn’t at full strength, overpowering Aurora wasn’t difficult.

The more she struggled, the harder he held on. With a forceful grip, he pinned her against the seat—and kissed her, fiercely and without hesitation.

"Why is this damn woman always so clueless?"

Everett didn’t bother wasting any more words. He crushed his lips against hers, stealing away her calm and indifference. Aurora’s body turned weak, and to her horror, she felt a surge of desire rising from deep within her.

No!

She bit down hard, breaking his lip. The metallic taste of blood—sweet and salty—spread across her mouth.

Everett winced and let go of her, glaring coldly.

"Aurora, even if you reject me, I won’t give up on you! Wherever you go, I’ll follow!"

Aurora had no words.

"Now, everyone probably thinks we’re dating," he added smugly.

Everett seemed quite pleased with himself.

"You’re destined to be mine."

Aurora was breathless, her face flushed, a faint shimmer of tears in her eyes.

Why wouldn’t he just let go?

Charging straight into danger even when he knew the risks—did he not fear regret?

"I’ll reject you on Twitter!" she threatened.

"Go ahead," Everett replied nonchalantly. His heart had become resilient.

He’d spent the entire night thinking it through, and finally made up his mind. He wouldn’t force her—but he also wouldn’t give up. No matter what Aurora did, he would try to understand.

Because deep down, he knew: no matter how much she avoided him or pretended to despise him, it was always for his safety.

He had to understand. He couldn’t get angry.

Aurora looked up in shock, seeing Everett’s face with a faint smile—despite the blood at the corner of his lips. He was actually... happy? He wasn’t furious at what she’d just done?

Was his emotional intelligence... finally improving?

Aurora coldly shoved him away.

"Don’t touch me!"

"Okay!" he replied cheerfully.

Aurora nearly spat blood in frustration.

Everett, can you not be this adorable?

He didn’t even lose his temper. Though the rage still simmered in his eyes, he was holding it back well—staying composed.

Everett released her.

"If you want to leave, fine. But wherever you go to shoot your next MV, I’ll be there too."

He was Everett. Finding out her schedule was child’s play.

Aurora was secretly alarmed. Everett was staring at her intensely—like he might devour her at any second. She hurriedly flung the car door open and darted toward her own vehicle like her life depended on it.

"Miss Wilson! Are you and Everett dating?"

"Miss Wilson! Why haven’t you responded to Everett’s confession? Is your heart already taken?"

"Everett—!"

Though the reporters couldn’t get close, they still raised their mics one after another, desperate to catch a quote from Aurora.

But she ignored them all, climbed into the car, and sped off without a word.

Back in his car, Everett sat gripping the steering wheel, veins bulging as he fought to stay calm. He’d told himself not to get angry—but he still slammed a fist down onto the wheel.

At this rate, when would he ever be with her?

Still, his heart was set. He wouldn’t change his mind. Even if Aurora hated him to the core—it didn’t matter.

⸻

Two days passed in a blur.

During that time, Aurora stayed home, never setting foot outside.

Everett showed up both days, waiting for hours outside before eventually leaving.

He wasn’t pushing too hard—but he wasn’t letting go either.

⸻

On the third day, Aurora finally had to leave the villa and head to the company. She was preparing to shoot a new music video with the team.

This time, it was for the MV of "Love You."

They chose local spots for the shoot, since the scenery around S City was beautiful enough.

"Aurora, Everett’s car is following us again," Dominic said with envy in his voice.

"He’s totally obsessed with you. If it were me, I’d say yes in a heartbeat!"

These days, just hearing Aurora’s name was enough to stir up jealousy and admiration among countless women.