Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 570: Give It to Me!(Extra Story)

Chapter 570: Give It to Me!(Extra Story)

Aurora’s body suddenly stiffened. Alexander had always been gentle, and at this moment, he was gentle to the extreme—tasting her lightly, his eyes filled with tenderness and love.

But Alexander was still a man, not a saint. Even with a soft kiss, his breathing gradually became erratic.

Aurora’s mind went completely blank until he took the next step, pulling her back to reality. She hurriedly grabbed the hand that was trying to slip beneath her clothes.

Breathless, Alexander’s eyes burned with longing. "Aurora... give yourself to me!"

Aurora’s face turned pale, her eyes filled with panic. She was afraid—not of him, but of her own discomfort.

She had no experience with this, and the thought alone terrified her. "No... no, let’s wait until we’re married, okay?"

She pleaded with him, looking at him with desperation.

Alexander rudely pushed her hand away. "Aurora, why... why won’t you give yourself to me? Do you not love me enough?"

His eyes held pain, filled with hesitation and fear—fear that Aurora and Everett really had something between them. If that were true...

How could an ordinary working man like him ever compete with someone like Everett, who was born into wealth and power?

Everett was a well-known young master from Y Country. No matter how many lifetimes he worked, Alexander would never match up to him.

And in Everett’s eyes tonight, Alexander had seen something—desire and rage.

Everett was angry that Aurora was with him, wasn’t he?

That thought alone made Alexander desperate. He pressed down on Aurora again, as if wanting to claim her before someone else could.

Aurora was completely caught off guard. Alexander had always been calm and composed—she had never seen him like this before.

"No!"

Aurora screamed, suddenly shoving Alexander off her with all her strength.

In that moment, flashes of Everett’s past cruelty flooded her mind. The trauma he had caused her—she would never forget it, not for the rest of her life.

Alexander had not been expecting such a strong reaction, and with no defense, he was easily pushed to the floor.

He sat there, looking up at Aurora, whose entire body was trembling.

"Aurora..." His voice was bitter, filled with disbelief. He couldn’t understand why she was reacting this way. Her face, her eyes—they were filled with fear.

Alexander slowly got up, exhaling deeply. "Since you don’t want to... I’ll leave. I’m sorry."

With that, he turned and strode out of the apartment, afraid that if he stayed any longer, he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back again.

Aurora stared blankly at his retreating figure, watching as the door slammed shut behind him.

He must be furious, right?

As she thought about it, tears streamed down her face.

She... she had wanted to give herself to him.

But this body—this body was tainted. How could she ever deserve Alexander?

Even if Alexander didn’t mind, she couldn’t escape the shadow in her heart, not so soon.

Aurora collapsed onto the couch, sobbing uncontrollably.

—

Alexander left the apartment complex and hailed a taxi. As he sat inside, his mind heavy, his phone suddenly chimed with a notification.

He pulled it out—it was a message from Danielle.

Opening it, his expression darkened even further.

Danielle had sent him a screenshot from a private group chat. The messages inside were accusing Aurora of having a "thing" with Everett—saying that no man would just give away tens of thousands worth of alcohol for no reason.

Alexander gripped his phone tightly, his entire body trembling with anger.

No matter what others said, he believed Aurora wasn’t that kind of person.

But then he thought of Everett’s predatory, wolf-like gaze, and suddenly, it felt as if he had swallowed a fly—disgusting.

But... should he believe Aurora?

Alexander angrily typed back two words:

"Nonsense!"

Danielle didn’t reply. She had sent that screenshot on purpose, just to mess with him, hadn’t she?

Danielle had once liked Alexander too, but unfortunately, the handsome and sunny Alexander had ultimately chosen Aurora.

It wasn’t just because Aurora was beautiful—it was because she was different from women like Danielle and Brooke. She was never scheming, never manipulative. In their class, she was often the one who suffered in silence, unwilling to stir up trouble.

But these women repeatedly took advantage of her. It wasn’t until Aurora, encouraged by Alexander, finally confronted Danielle and the others that they stopped forcing her to wash their clothes for them.

Alexander’s chest felt tight, a dull ache settling in.

He dialed Aurora’s number.

He had just walked out on her like that—she must be feeling terrible.

The phone rang for a long time before she finally picked up. "Hello..."

Her voice carried traces of tears, making Alexander feel a pang of guilt. "I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have acted that way earlier. Aurora, you know... men are like that, and that’s why I couldn’t stay any longer."

His words carried an unspoken meaning—if he had stayed, he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from taking her.

"It’s okay... I understand. It’s not just you. I’m at fault too... We’ve been together for so many years..."

Aurora’s voice was low and filled with melancholy.

Alexander let out a soft chuckle. "Don’t feel guilty. I just look forward to the day we walk into the church together..."

That day, he would be the happiest groom in the world.

They chatted for a little while longer before Alexander told her to get some rest since she had work in the morning.

But even after hanging up, his heart still felt uneasy.

As a man, he had never once touched Aurora—not even after all these years. He felt like he deserved a medal for self-restraint.

Back in high school, Alexander had dated a girl and even experienced his first taste of intimacy. But he later realized she was promiscuous and broke up with her.

At that time, he had been young, impulsive, and absolutely despised manipulative women.

Then he met Aurora.

And he had fallen—hard. So hard that he had never been able to climb back out.

His instincts had been right—Aurora was an incredible woman. But...

Why did he still feel so uneasy? Why did he feel this growing sense of discomfort?

—

At that very moment.

Everett sat on a bench in his garden, cigarette after cigarette burning between his fingers.

Tobias stood by his side, secretly astonished. He had never seen Everett looking so frustrated before.

So even a genius like Everett could be troubled by love.

After finishing an entire pack of cigars, Everett coldly instructed, "Bring me a bottle of liquor. The strongest one."

"Yes, Young Master."

Tobias responded softly and turned back toward the hall. The liquor cabinet was conveniently located nearby, making it easy to grab a bottle.

Everett was beyond irritated. This was the first time he had ever felt this way.

Not long ago, Ella had called him—telling him exactly how Aurora felt about him.

She had called only because she saw Aurora as a friend.

Everett hadn’t given her an answer, nor had he said much before hanging up.

How ridiculous.

The first time he ever cared about a woman, and that very woman thought he was a nuisance, a burden, an obstacle to her happiness.

Everett took a deep drag from his cigarette, then viciously tossed it to the ground, stomping it out with force.

Damn it.

It was just a woman.

Why the hell did he care so much?

Everett sneered at himself, mocking his own weakness.

Tobias returned with the bottle, and Everett took it without a word—tilting his head back and gulping it down.

—

For the next few days, Everett buried himself in work, pushing himself to the limit, hoping to drown out the thoughts of a certain woman.

After all, they hadn’t even spent that much time together. Whatever attachment he felt toward Aurora was merely physical—nothing more.

But the moment he had a second to breathe, his mind was filled with her face.

And in his ears, he could hear her voice—that angelic, haunting voice.