Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 660: Just Want to Be With Her

Everett didn’t say anything. He just turned his head and quietly looked at her.

Aurora felt a little uneasy under his gaze. She pressed her lips together but didn’t know what to say.

This was the first time they were alone together since she had turned him down.

Just thinking about that moment when Delilah suddenly kissed him made Aurora feel strangely irritated.

"I’m sorry... I dragged you into this," Everett said suddenly. His voice was weak, and it made Aurora feel a twinge of guilt.

She froze for a moment, then looked up to see him pulling a bag from the back of the car. "There are two bottles of water. You should drink something."

"I’m not thirsty..." Aurora shook her head.

Everett didn’t push her. He leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, and looked completely worn out.

Aurora couldn’t sit still. Her mind was racing—what happened to Amanda and the others?

If anything happened to them, she’d never forgive herself. She was the one who called Director Z and asked for a driver.

Amanda and Brown must’ve overheard and tagged along just for fun.

Now the real problem was... when were she and Everett going to get out of here?

Even though those people were after Everett, he’d taken the bullet because of her.

"Actually... this isn’t your fault. It’s because of me that you got shot..." Aurora mumbled, her voice low. If it hadn’t been for him, she’d probably be dead by now.

Everett opened his eyes. The sharp angles of his face softened. "It’s not your fault. They were trying to kill me."

Aurora pressed her lips together. The air between them grew awkward.

Everett was clearly exhausted. After getting shot, he had still driven all that way. Now he had finally fallen asleep.

His breathing was steady. The way his lashes cast faint shadows, the calmness of his profile—it was too much for Aurora to look at directly.

She looked down and noticed blood on the car seat. Quietly, she grabbed some tissues and wiped it clean.

The metallic scent of blood still lingered faintly. She tossed the tissues outside gently, then realized her mouth was dry. She twisted open a bottle and took a few sips.

But drinking cold water in winter—it was like swallowing ice. It chilled her all the way through.

"Let me have a sip."

Everett’s voice startled her. She jumped—she thought he was asleep.

"Weren’t you sleeping?"

"I was, but I wake up easily," Everett replied as he reached over, took the bottle she’d opened, and drank from it.

Wait—she drank from that bottle... wasn’t that like an indirect kiss?

Aurora awkwardly turned her gaze away, her breath catching slightly.

Was his arm still hurting?

When he carried her earlier, wasn’t he tired?

Everett took a few gulps and handed the bottle back. She quietly twisted the cap shut, set it down, and softly asked, "Do you... want to rest a bit? I won’t bother you."

So polite. So gentle?

Everett almost thought he misheard her—but it still lifted his mood.

"Yeah, I should rest a little. But the car’s kind of cramped..."

"I’ll go to the back seat!" Aurora said quickly, offering before he could even finish.

Everett glanced at her but said nothing. She had already jumped out of the car and climbed into the back.

What a silly girl.

Everett sighed to himself. He hadn’t expected any of this to happen. He was supposed to meet a friend at the Sky Tower, but when he got there, the friend never showed. Instead, he was ambushed.

Clearly, it had all been a setup.

He wondered if Tobias had gotten away safely. But this was still Langston territory—those people wouldn’t dare go too far, would they?

Everett lay down, careful not to put pressure on his injured arm. Exhaustion hit him hard.

He hadn’t had a break all day. He’d been reviewing documents at the office, then got caught in this mess—and even had to dig a bullet out of himself.

He was completely drained.

Aurora listened to his even breathing and felt a storm of emotions she couldn’t name.

She stood up slightly and peeked toward the front seat.

Everett was lying sideways, his injured arm resting across his chest. The white gauze was already stained with blood.

He was only wearing a thin shirt—wasn’t he cold?

Aurora felt a vague sense of worry. She tiptoed and carefully picked up his jacket, gently draping it over him.

Everett didn’t wake up.

Aurora quietly let out a breath of relief. She didn’t dare fall asleep, so she sat there, keeping watch on their surroundings.

She didn’t know how much time had passed.

Sleepiness eventually crept in. Aurora lay on her side, thinking she’d just rest her eyes for a bit.

She dozed off quickly—but didn’t know how long she slept before a chilling, sinister laugh yanked her awake.

That laugh—it was the same one from her nightmares half a year ago. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Aurora’s eyes flew open. This wasn’t a dream. This was real.

At some point, Everett had moved into the back seat—and outside the car, three or four men were pointing guns right at them.

"Hahaha..." The tall, skinny man with bleached yellow hair cackled menacingly. Aurora’s hands clenched tight.

Everett wrapped an arm around her waist and said softly, "Don’t panic..."

Aurora gasped, staring at the man’s face outside the window.

Daylight had fully broken now. The man’s dyed yellow hair, his trendy clothes, and especially the piercing on his nose—it all made Aurora tremble.

Back when she was filming an MV in Country W, it was him... He had tried to assault her.

Even though Everett had saved her, she’d heard little about the guy afterward. All she knew was that Everett had reported him to the police.

"He was the only one from that group who got away..." Everett said calmly.

Aurora’s breath caught. "Last night... that was you guys?"

She asked in her broken second language. The man stopped laughing and responded in fluent English, "Of course it was. Who else do you think it was, sweetheart? I’ve been thinking about you for a long time. Heh. Everett, maybe this time you’ll finally back off? Or I’ll put a bullet in you."

What a lunatic.

This was Langston family territory, and he still dared to act this brazenly? Aurora frowned—something didn’t feel right.

Normally, if they knew who Everett really was, they wouldn’t try something like this. The Langstons were powerful.

Or maybe... this guy didn’t know Everett’s true identity, and that’s why he chased them here?

A terrifying, reckless thug.

"If you know my name’s Everett, then you must know who I am," Everett said flatly.

Aurora was overwhelmed with guilt and shame. She had thought those attackers last night were after Everett and had even blamed him for dragging her into this.

But now it turned out... they were the same people from half a year ago.

She was the one who had brought danger to Everett.

"Yeah, I know. You run some little company, don’t you?" the man sneered through a puff of smoke, flashing yellow teeth.

"Hmph. I changed my mind. This time, neither of you are getting away. If it weren’t for you two, I wouldn’t have spent months on the run in Country W..." His beady eyes gleamed with cruelty as he aimed the gun directly at Everett.

"Open the door!" the man barked viciously.