Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 655: Twisted Feelings

Aunt Lyra saw the cold expression on Everett’s face and quickly nodded. "Alright, I’ll take them away right now."

Carrying the clothes, she stepped out of Everett’s room and immediately saw Gianna leaning against the doorframe of the master bedroom across the hall, dressed in a low-cut nightgown. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Aunt Lyra secretly scoffed at her. A woman of the house, with a grown stepson, and she had the nerve to dress like that?

"Lyra... are those clothes going to the laundry?"

Gianna had vaguely heard Everett’s voice earlier and was deliberately standing there to listen in. When she saw Aunt Lyra carrying out the clothes she’d bought for Everett, she casually asked.

Aunt Lyra shook her head coolly. "No. The young master told me to either throw them out or give them away."

"What? He didn’t like them?" Gianna frowned, confused.

"I don’t know. They look brand new to me." Aunt Lyra was smart enough not to reveal the full truth.

Gianna was just too shameless—trying to seduce her own stepson. Even a housekeeper like her couldn’t stand it. No wonder the young master hated coming home.

"How could this happen..." Gianna muttered, still frowning. She had picked those clothes based on Everett’s favorite brands, and all the sizes were tailored to his previous measurements.

Just then, Everett walked out of his room, dressed sharply in a fitted suit. He shot Gianna a frosty glance and said coldly to Aunt Lyra, "From now on, no one is allowed in my room. My space isn’t open to just any random person."

"Yes, young master."

Aunt Lyra felt a rush of satisfaction. Sure enough, Gianna’s face turned pale.

Her lips trembled, but Everett didn’t spare her another glance. He brushed past her and headed downstairs.

"Everett, aren’t you staying for breakfast?" Gianna hurried after him and asked softly.

Everett ignored her completely. Aunt Lyra kept her head down, avoiding Gianna’s increasingly sour expression, and quickly followed Everett downstairs, leaving Gianna frozen at the top of the stairs.

Gianna’s fists clenched tightly in anger and frustration, her chest heaving.

She couldn’t even remember when it started—but at some point, as a stepmother, she had begun to feel something different for her stepson.

But Everett never looked at her. In fact, he often looked at her with pure disgust.

Every time she saw him, she just wanted to get closer, to somehow make him love her.

She knew these feelings were twisted—but she couldn’t suppress the desire inside her.

After all, they weren’t even related by blood.

It was becoming clear: she’d have to divorce the old man.

"Mommy, what’s wrong?" a sweet voice piped up.

Snapped out of her thoughts, Gianna looked over and saw her lively daughter, Ophelia, standing nearby.

Gianna forced a smile. "N-nothing."

She was terrified her daughter might sense what she was thinking.

Even though she was a loose woman, the type to flirt with any man she liked and sleep around as she pleased—

She still longed to grow old with someone.

But that someone wasn’t old man Langston.

Ophelia tilted her head, puzzled. "Mommy, your face is all red. Do you have a fever?"

"No, no. I’m fine. It’s just... this nightgown is too warm."

"You look so pretty in that nightgown, Mommy. Tsk tsk!" Ophelia giggled. "Is big bro heading to the office? He’s such a cold fish. I don’t know what Delilah sees in him."

Gianna gave a small smile. "He’s not cold. He just doesn’t pretend to like people he doesn’t care about."

Ophelia rolled her eyes. "Liking a guy with zero charm is so annoying. I need to tell Delilah he’s back in Y Country."

"Don’t!" Gianna quickly cut her off. "Your big brother hates people meddling in his business. Stay out of it."

Ophelia was only fourteen—still playful and naïve—but already a little wild, just like her mother.

She pouted and muttered something before walking off.

Gianna returned to her room to find that Mr. Langston was already awake. He was more than twenty years older than her, and these days, Gianna found herself craving the energy of a younger man, not this old, decaying body.

Pushing back her disgust, she smiled sweetly. "You’re up. Not going to sleep a bit longer?"

Langston gave her a cold glance. This woman had once brought him so much passion in his younger days, but now, he could clearly see the revulsion she tried to hide.

Just like Everett had said—this marriage was meaningless.

He didn’t love her. And she didn’t love him.

She loved his money, and he loved her body—but now that he was old, he no longer craved those things.

"Come to the study after breakfast. Let’s talk about getting a divorce."

Gianna felt a flicker of excitement. She had been waiting for the old man to bring it up, and now he finally had.

She feigned surprise. "Divorce?"

"Do you really think this marriage still means anything? I can’t satisfy you anymore, so you go out chasing other men. I’m too old to keep being humiliated like this," Langston said with a cold sneer.

Gianna’s face turned grim. She hadn’t expected the old man to see through everything so clearly.

"Get me dressed."

The old man held out his arms like the master of the house, and Gianna silently walked over to help him change clothes.

This marriage really needed to end.

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Everett had left the house without eating breakfast. There was no way he’d sit across from that woman he couldn’t stand—it would’ve just ruined his morning.

Gianna stepped outside, visibly disappointed. She had known Everett wouldn’t stay for breakfast, but deep down, she’d still hoped he might.

Hope always came first. Disappointment always followed.

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Everett returned to the Y Country headquarters.

There was a mountain of work waiting. Paperwork was piled high.

His assistant was working overtime to get things sorted, handling anything that wasn’t too important on Everett’s behalf.

Everett sat down at his desk, feeling a little out of it. Lately, he’d either been shooting music videos or managing business at the Country S branch.

It felt like forever since he’d been back here. The space felt strangely hollow—he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. That sense of being home was just... gone.

"Young Master, would you like a coffee?" Tobias asked in a low voice, noticing Everett seemed distracted.

Everett nodded. "Yeah, bring me one."

He hadn’t eaten breakfast either.

"Oh, and have someone bring me breakfast—same as always."

Everett had always been strict about his diet. He’d even had a custom meal plan written out, listing exactly what he’d eat every day.

His assistant would either order delivery based on that list or hire a professional chef to prepare it.

The breakfast arrived. The coffee was on the way. Everett had just eaten about half when someone knocked on the door. But before Tobias could announce the visitor, the door swung open.

"Young Master, the lady—" Tobias started, glaring at the woman who had just sashayed her way inside.

Gianna.

She had shown up unannounced and tried to use her status to pressure Tobias. When he turned his back for a moment, she slipped through and pushed the door open.

"Everett, you didn’t even have breakfast. Food from outside isn’t clean—I brought you breakfast from home!" Gianna said with a smile, her eyes full of forced tenderness.