Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 565: A Night by the Sea(Extra Story)

Chapter 565: A Night by the Sea(Extra Story)

The sight of Aurora’s car prompted the Maybach to make a sharp turn, cutting in front of her.

"Get in."

A cold, commanding voice rang out.

Dominic glanced at Aurora in confusion. "Aurora, do you know that man?"

Aurora pressed her lips together, her gaze fixed on Everett. It seemed like she had no choice but to comply. If she caused a scene here, it would undoubtedly draw attention, and exposing her identity would be even worse.

Since they had crossed paths again, it was best to settle things once and for all.

"Dominic, take my car home. A friend needs to talk to me," Aurora said softly.

Though skeptical, Dominic recognized the man—it was the same one who had saved Aurora in Country W.

"Alright, Aurora, but be careful."

Aurora nodded, grabbed her small crossbody bag, and stepped out of the car. She adjusted her sunglasses before sliding into Everett’s vehicle.

Everett rolled up the window and, without hesitation, made a sharp turn, speeding away from Dominic’s view.

Dominic frowned. He debated whether to report this to Aurora’s manager, but since everyone knew who Everett was, he figured there shouldn’t be an issue.

A warm summer breeze swept through the car, dispelling the stifling heat inside.

The air conditioning was off, which Aurora found odd. However, she enjoyed the feel of natural wind, so she didn’t comment. Instead, she quietly watched the streetlights blur past, forming streaks of glowing ribbons outside the window.

The scenery changed rapidly.

Eventually, Everett’s car came to a stop. Aurora furrowed her brows—this area was by the sea. The car was parked on a flat clearing off the coastal highway, leading into a sparse wooded area.

Through the gaps between the trees, she caught sight of the shimmering waves, their surface speckled with tiny reflections of light. A salty sea breeze drifted into the car.

Turning back, she met Everett’s cold, piercing gaze.

"Come here."

His tone was commanding. Everett’s face remained as expressionless as ever, like a sculpted iceberg, yet it did nothing to diminish his striking features.

Aurora’s face flushed instantly.

"I got into your car tonight to avoid making a scene," she said, her voice firm despite her racing heart. "I have things to say to you, and I want to make them clear."

Everett raised an eyebrow, unfastening his seatbelt. He instinctively reached for his cigarettes but hesitated—Aurora was here. For some reason, he decided against smoking.

Instead, he pressed his lips into a thin line, watching her with an icy gaze as she lowered her head, trying to justify herself.

"Everett, I’ve told you before—we owe each other nothing." Aurora’s voice was steady, though her hands trembled slightly.

"You saved my life, and I... repaid you with my purity. The black card you gave me? I threw it away. You should go get it reissued... Let’s end this here."

Silence.

The air grew heavy, and sweat gathered on her forehead.

She clenched her hands, unsure of what to say next.

With no response from him, she finally lifted her gaze, only to freeze at the sight of his icy, penetrating stare. His expression was unreadable, yet the coldness in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine.

Her body tensed as memories of that night surfaced—his dominance, the pain he inflicted. Even her ears turned crimson at the thought.

"Come here. I don’t like repeating myself."

Everett’s tone remained indifferent, as if he hadn’t heard a word she just said.

Aurora’s breath hitched. His gaze was frigid, yet she could sense the underlying meaning in it.

No... She couldn’t let this happen again!

The thought of Alexander weighed on her chest, an ache spreading through her heart. She refused to be entangled with this man any longer.

She loved Alexander.

With that conviction, she unfastened her seatbelt and reached for the door handle, desperate to escape this confined space.

But before she could react, Everett’s large hand shot forward, gripping the collar of her blouse.

Aurora let out a startled cry as his burning breath brushed against her ear, his lips crashing down onto hers with urgency.

God knows how much he had craved her body these past few days.

Everett wasn’t the type to care about others’ opinions, but even he couldn’t stand being mocked for being "incapable." No man liked to be seen as lacking in that department.

After being with Aurora, he had decided to fully explore what it meant to be with a woman.

He wanted to understand why, before her, he had only felt disgust toward others.

"No... let go of me, Everett!" Aurora’s voice trembled in panic, her eyes widening with fear. "You can have any woman you want—why must you keep pestering me?"

Everett let out a low, mocking chuckle.

"Aurora, drop the act. You don’t need to pretend in front of me. You climbed into my bed—now do your part."

Do her part?

Aurora suddenly recalled what Madison had said.

Her role... was to be his mistress?

Heh! Aurora suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to cry.

Everett was truly terrible at communicating with women. She had already made her point countless times, yet he still thought she was just playing hard to get?

It was impossible to talk to him! Aurora was on the verge of tears.

Before she could even sort out her thoughts, Everett’s lips had already moved to her earlobe. Aurora resisted again, biting down on his neck—but he acted as if he didn’t feel any pain at all.

A total masochist!

Aurora’s face flushed with an extravagant shade of red, and her sharp cries gradually softened into breathy whimpers...

Apart from the sound of the waves, there was no other noise. This place was rarely visited, with fallen leaves even covering the road.

She had no idea how much time had passed before everything finally settled down. Aurora, trembling, put her floral romper back on, tears still streaming down her face.

Everett lazily got out of the car, leaning against a tree, smoking irritably.

She actually cried?

Was he really that bad?

Aurora lifted her tear-streaked face, glaring at Everett outside the window with resentment.

"Everett, I’ve told you so many times—stop pestering me... I can’t afford to be involved with someone like you!"

Her voice trembled with suppressed sobs, and the tears made her delicate features look even more pitiful.

Everett didn’t even glance at her, as if he hadn’t heard a word, just standing there, puffing on his cigarette with a sidelong posture.

Aurora choked on her sobs, her voice turning even colder.

"Everett, don’t you despise women who throw themselves at you? I hope... we never see each other again. I hate everything you do!"

Everett sneered but remained silent. Maybe he simply didn’t think it was worth saying anything to Aurora.

That night, he didn’t utter another word. After dropping Aurora off in front of her apartment, he drove away without a hint of hesitation.

Back home, Everett sank into the bathtub. As the events of the night replayed in his mind, his Adam’s apple moved involuntarily. He reached for his phone without even thinking.

Drying his hands, he swiped the screen open and started searching online.

When it came to matters between men and women, he honestly didn’t know much. So, he had to rely on good old Baidu for answers.

Everett sighed. Maybe it was time to upgrade his emotional intelligence.