Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 663: You’re Blushing

Aurora stirred in her sleep, her mouth dry and parched. As she shifted, memories of everything that had happened with Everett suddenly came rushing back.

She jolted awake and saw Everett standing by the window.

Even just his silhouette looked good—tall, composed, and undeniably handsome, even from behind.

She parted her lips slightly and realized she was lying in a luxurious, European-style room—elegantly furnished, clearly some kind of presidential suite.

She was so thirsty.

Dragging herself up, Aurora also noticed how hungry she was. She hadn’t been injured before passing out, so now it was just thirst and hunger gnawing at her.

Hearing movement, Everett turned around. His deep eyes locked with hers.

Aurora’s face flushed. Seeing him still in his suit, perfectly put together, she lowered her gaze.

"Did... did you take care of your wound?"

"Yeah. Bullet’s out."

She let out a quiet breath of relief.

"You... took it out yourself?"

The thought of that brutal scene made her blurt the question.

"Now that we’re back here, do you really think I’d be that dumb?" Everett raised a brow, but secretly he was pleased—was she worried about him?

Good. Maybe she did have a conscience after all.

Aurora pressed her lips together and hugged the blanket, leaning back against the bed. The image of those bodies on the floor, eyes wide in death, flashed in her mind. She shivered.

Everett walked over, clearly exasperated. Women—always so dramatic. But surprisingly, he didn’t mind it anymore. Even if it was a hassle, he was okay with it now.

He sat beside her, gently resting his hand on her waist.

"Don’t be scared. Just pretend you watched a crime thriller."

Aurora took a deep breath. "I’m not scared! I’m just... really hungry!"

She suddenly realized her voice had a hint of whine in it—was she... pouting?

Everett gave a faint smile. "I already asked them to bring breakfast up."

She glanced at the large wall clock—it was already 9 a.m.

No wonder she was starving.

"Oh, right—I need to contact Dominic and the others!"

She quickly sat up, realizing how close she and Everett were. It felt... awkward.

"I already did. They’re fine," Everett said flatly. His expression cooled—could she focus on him for once?

Aurora sighed in relief. "Where are we?"

"Hughley Grand Hotel," he replied coolly.

Aurora knew it. This place belonged to the X&L Group—just one of many. The man in front of her was worth billions. And suddenly, she felt... small.

"Oh... well, I’ll head back to the Shana Hotel then..."

Her company had booked them rooms at the Shana Hotel—about 10 kilometers away.

Everett’s face darkened even more.

"You really hate being around me that much? Look at me—I’m in no shape to force you into anything."

That made her face flush instantly. She quickly shook her head.

"No... that’s not what I meant!"

"Then stay for today. I’ll take you back tonight."

Everett’s voice was calm as ever, like still water—but his eyes told a different story, full of quiet warmth.

Aurora bit her lip and didn’t object. In the end, she accepted his arrangement.

Breakfast arrived. Aurora glanced at the table and was stunned—this was breakfast? It looked like a buffet explosion.

Noodles, Western and Chinese breads, fried and steamed eggs, sandwiches, ham, bacon corn wraps, fries—it covered the entire long table.

She realized she hadn’t even showered since last night, but decided to eat first. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she placed her disposable toothbrush in the cup—then noticed something.

His toothbrush... matched hers.

A couple’s set?

When Aurora came out, Everett was already sitting at the dining table, reading the newspaper.

She walked over and noticed the awkward way he was holding his arm.

"Your... your injury okay?"

"It’s not. Still hurts. Want to feed me breakfast?"

He lowered the paper, his tone casual.

In truth, his left arm still ached a bit, but it wasn’t anything serious.

Aurora froze, feeling a little flustered.

He got hurt because of her—nearly lost his life. Feeding him breakfast once... didn’t seem like too much to ask, right?

"Okay... sure."

Just as she was about to pick up the knife and fork, Everett gave her a half-smile, a quiet warmth in his expression.

"Forget it. I don’t want to force you."

Aurora’s eyes widened. She realized he was teasing her. But when she saw the slight frown as he picked up the utensils, clearly struggling, she let the protest die in her throat.

She sat down silently and took a bite of a Chinese-style bun, but her appetite wasn’t great.

The disturbing images from the night before still lingered in her mind, dulling her hunger.

Everett glanced at her.

"Not hungry? Or just don’t like the food?"

She shook her head quickly.

"No, it’s not the food. I just think you ordered way too much."

"If I didn’t order a ton, how would I know what you like?" he said, unfazed.

Aurora lowered her eyes, heart pounding. She was seated to his right—if she turned just slightly, she could see the sharp lines of his handsome profile.

Sunlight had managed to slip through the clouds, casting a warm glow across one side of the room.

After a quiet moment, Aurora finally broke the silence.

"About last night... I’m sorry. I misjudged you."

If it hadn’t been for her, Everett wouldn’t have gotten mixed up with that terrifying man, Garrett. That man would haunt her forever.

But now he was dead. And she could finally breathe.

"It’s fine. Even without him, someone else would’ve come for me," Everett said flatly.

His cousin was ruthless—he’d always been on guard. He just hadn’t expected him to strike so soon.

Aurora’s cheeks flushed. She’d been so selfish before, and yet he didn’t even seem to hold it against her.

The two fell quiet again, unsure what to say.

Aurora picked at her food—one bun, a bit of bacon and corn wrap—then wiped her mouth with a napkin.

"I’m done. You go ahead."

Everett looked up at her.

"That’s it? Is it because I’m here that you’re afraid to eat normally?"

"Of course not!" Aurora scoffed.

"I’m not the shy type."

"But your face is already red."

Aurora turned away.

"I... I’m going to take a shower. But there aren’t any clothes here, so I should just go back to my hotel."

"There are clothes in the wardrobe," Everett said, a slight edge in his voice.

"You think I can’t manage to get you something to wear?"

"Everett, that’s not what I meant..."

Aurora felt a wave of frustration. Why did their energy always clash like this? And now she had to shower here? What if someone saw and got the wrong idea—thinking the two of them had spent the night together?