Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 693: Feeding Him

Hearing footsteps, Everett snapped irritably,

"Get out. Stop bothering me!"

Tobias chuckled awkwardly and scratched his head.

"You see? The young master almost never loses his temper... but now, even I’m afraid of him. And his fever’s not letting up. Miss Wilson, you’d better help him take his medicine."

The moment he heard "Miss Wilson," Everett opened his eyes and slowly sat up, clearly not wanting Aurora to see him in such a weak state.

His lips were cracked from the fever, his gaze slightly unfocused—but you could tell he was doing his best to pull himself together in front of her.

"So you finally showed up?" he said with a sideways glare, his tone full of displeasure.

Aurora lowered her head, her eyes shifting nervously.

"Drink your medicine."

Tobias pointed to a bowl of warm water nearby.

"There’s fever medicine in the water. Once he drinks that, I’ll have the doctor come give him an IV."

Everett’s fever was dangerously high—pills alone wouldn’t be enough. He’d need fluids.

Aurora pressed her lips together. Everett coldly ordered,

"Come here."

Seeing her hesitate, Everett felt his heart soften... but also burn with frustration. This woman had risked her life for him—then walked away so heartlessly.

A storm of emotions churned in his chest.

But more than anything, he just wanted to hold her.

His head throbbed, his temples pounding.

Aurora quietly walked over, but stopped halfway. Seeing this, Tobias gave her a shove—she stumbled forward and fell right into Everett’s arms.

Everett’s eyes lit up with amusement.

Tobias finally got a clue. No matter who threatened him, Everett had no intention of letting go of Aurora.

Aurora gasped as she fell, landing softly in his embrace.

Everett spread his arms like a bird and pulled her in tightly, locking her in place.

Aurora’s eyes welled with tears. To her surprise, she didn’t resist. Her chest ached with a pain she couldn’t describe.

Her throat felt blocked. She couldn’t say a single word.

Everett took a deep breath, inhaling her scent like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

Aurora’s tears finally fell.

Tobias, standing to the side, started panicking.

"Sir, please—take the medicine first, or at least let the doctor put in the IV!"

Aurora finally pushed him away, struggling out of his arms.

"Drink your medicine first!"

His skin burned to the touch. Aurora frowned at his lips—cracked and bleeding slightly.

Everett scoffed.

"Don’t leave."

No sweet words. But to Aurora, it somehow still tasted bittersweet.

The doctor arrived soon after to insert the IV. Will came in with food and handed it to Aurora, asking her to feed Everett.

Aurora stood there awkwardly—but Everett held onto her hand tightly.

What is this? They’re all treating me like a nurse now?

Feeding him medicine?

Feeding him food?

Seriously?

"Everett," she said with a shaky voice, "I only came here as a friend. Let go of me."

Everett watched the needle slide into his vein. The doctor expertly taped it in place to keep it stable.

"Friend? Aurora, are you tired of living?" His eyes darkened.

"Are you completely brainless? Do you even realize what could’ve happened if you’d gone alone? What if that psycho had raped and killed you?"

Aurora pouted defiantly.

"He... he couldn’t do that..."

He was just some old man in his seventies. Even if they fought, she was sure she wouldn’t lose that badly.

"Idiot!" Everett tapped her head in frustration.

"He threatens you, and you back down. Is that how much I mean to you? Am I really not worth it? Do you think I’m that afraid of dying?" he snapped, breathless and red-eyed.

He yanked her back down beside him.

"Feed me."

The command was pure dominance.

Will cheerfully handed over a bowl of light meat porridge and placed it in Aurora’s hands.

Aurora took a deep breath and set the bowl aside.

"I’m not feeding you, Everett. And I’m not getting back together with you."

Everett’s expression darkened instantly—stormy, unreadable.

His lips were pressed into a cold line, his eyes sharp and icy like frozen glass.

Aurora was breathing lightly, her gaze filled with desperate pleading.

"Please, Everett... don’t make this harder for me. I... I’m still in love with my ex-boyfriend. It’s true!"

Everett scoffed.

"What a joke. You love your ex, yet you flew all the way to Country Y to find me?"

He shot her a disdainful glance.

"If you’re going to lie, at least try to make it believable. Pathetic."

Aurora bit her lip, panic flickering in her eyes—but it quickly turned into stubbornness.

"Everett, do you not understand plain language? I told you—I still have feelings for my ex. Just give up already!"

Instead of getting angry, Everett actually let out a low laugh. Even with the fever burning through him, his strength still easily surpassed hers. With a forceful pull, he yanked her back into his arms.

Aurora gasped—but then remembered they weren’t alone.

Her face flushed a deep red. She rarely allowed herself to be this close to a man in front of others.

Tobias and Will exchanged glances, then quietly stepped out, thoughtfully closing the door behind them.

"Don’t move. Just let me hold you," Everett murmured.

Aurora struggled, but even sick, he was still stronger than her. She sighed inwardly—yet another reminder of the absurd power gap.

She knew he wouldn’t let go easily. Tilting her face up, she caught sight of his fever-flushed cheeks, those cracked lips that looked painful to even look at. Her heart ached.

This man... he really was the fate she couldn’t escape.

"Let me feed you some porridge," she said softly.

There was no point in resisting now. She had no way out—at least not yet. Better to play along and wait for the right moment.

Everett’s dark eyes gleamed as he raised a brow.

"You mean it?"

"If you don’t want me to, then forget it." Aurora wrinkled her nose, uncomfortable being hugged by a man burning up with fever.

So hot. Unbearably hot.

The temperature inside the room felt like a different world compared to the cold outside—it was warm, like spring.

The heating must’ve been cranked up. Aurora pressed her lips together and said again, more gently this time:

"Let me feed you, okay?"

Everett looked into her eyes—now softened with tenderness—and finally, slowly, loosened his grip.

"Tobias and the others are outside. Don’t get any ideas about escaping," he warned.

Aurora didn’t respond. She simply reached out and took the bowl of porridge. It was still steaming.

She scooped up a small spoonful and tested the temperature with her lips. Just right—not too hot, not too cold.

She carefully brought the spoon to Everett’s mouth. He watched her—she was so gentle, her every movement like a breeze through willow branches.

He couldn’t help but smile.

He obediently opened his mouth and ate the porridge she offered him.

It felt... wonderful.

Warmth spread through the room, and through their hearts.

Everett felt his face burning even more. His heart pounded. And in that moment, all the danger, all the threats he’d faced—

It all felt worth it.