Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 620: Would You Mind?

Aurora’s face instantly flushed red. She shot Everett a sharp glare. "Shut up!"

She hated when he brought those things up.

Every time he did, a mix of resentment and hurt surged inside her, and she didn’t know how to handle it.

She didn’t know how to face this man. She wanted to avoid him. But in a situation like this, she still relied on him—he was the only one who made her feel safe.

"I’m sorry," Everett suddenly said, his voice serious.

Aurora stared at him, stunned. The firelight lit up his face in a deep orange glow. He... actually apologized again?

She avoided his gaze, uncomfortable. "Sorry doesn’t mean anything. Because of you, Alexander and I broke up."

"If he really loved you, he wouldn’t have cared. He didn’t love you enough," Everett said with obvious disdain.

Aurora let out a bitter laugh and slammed a dry branch against the ground. "You talk a big game. But if someone had touched me—if I had slept with another man—wouldn’t you be disgusted?"

"No," Everett said flatly.

Aurora’s smile twisted. "Easy to say when it hasn’t happened to you. Let’s just hope your future wife isn’t the promiscuous type."

She didn’t want to continue the conversation. Turning away, she gathered up some pine needles to clear the ground, then used her jacket as a pillow and laid down to sleep.

Everett chuckled at her reaction. "Aurora, don’t roll into the fire in your sleep!"

"You’ll be the one roasting like a pig!" she snapped, then shut her eyes, done with him for the night.

Everett raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t sleepy, and he didn’t plan on sleeping either.

If he fell asleep, the fire might go out—and it’d get cold fast.

And if Aurora actually did roll into the flames, he’d end up with a charred goddess on his hands. That was not happening.

Sure, maybe he was being paranoid. But better safe than sorry.

Aurora fell asleep quickly.

Maybe because Everett was nearby, she felt unusually safe. If she were alone, she probably would’ve been too scared to sleep at all.

Everett kept thinking about what Aurora had said.

If she had been touched by someone else... would it bother him?

Taking it a step further—if the worst had happened, if she’d been attacked by multiple men—could he still accept her?

He stared at her sleeping form.

The answer was yes.

No matter what had happened, he’d still protect her. He didn’t care.

When you love someone, it’s not just their body—it’s their heart, their soul.

His brow tightened. And besides, he’d never let something like that happen. No one would ever get the chance to hurt her.

He checked his phone. Still no signal. But it didn’t matter. By tomorrow, they’d be out of here.

There was just enough food in his pack to last them until the afternoon. He had to get Aurora out of this place before then.

Standing up, Everett grabbed a long, thick branch. He used his knife to smooth out the rough parts, then laid it between Aurora and the fire—just in case she rolled over in her sleep.

That way, he could maybe relax enough to close his eyes for a bit.

Meanwhile, Aurora started dreaming.

She found herself walking through a pitch-black forest. Cold tree shadows. Pale moonlight. Strange bugs and birds making eerie noises she’d never heard before.

The forest was heavy with shadows. Her skin prickled with fear.

Even though she knew it was a dream, she still felt scared. Goosebumps rose on her arms.

She was terrified. Where was Everett? Why did he leave her here?

She wanted to wake up, to see if Everett had really left her alone.

But her eyelids felt too heavy. She couldn’t open her eyes.

She kept wandering through the dark woods in her dream—until suddenly, a snake appeared up ahead. Its small head lifted, eyes locked on her, glowing with a cold, menacing light.

Aurora’s face instantly flushed red. She shot Everett a sharp glare. "Shut up!"

She hated when he brought those things up.

Every time he did, a mix of resentment and hurt surged inside her, and she didn’t know how to handle it.

She didn’t know how to face this man. She wanted to avoid him. But in a situation like this, she still relied on him—he was the only one who made her feel safe.

"I’m sorry," Everett suddenly said, his voice serious.

Aurora stared at him, stunned. The firelight lit up his face in a deep orange glow. He... actually apologized again?

She avoided his gaze, uncomfortable. "Sorry doesn’t mean anything. Because of you, Alexander and I broke up."

"If he really loved you, he wouldn’t have cared. He didn’t love you enough," Everett said with obvious disdain.

Aurora let out a bitter laugh and slammed a dry branch against the ground. "You talk a big game. But if someone had touched me—if I had slept with another man—wouldn’t you be disgusted?"

"No," Everett said flatly.

Aurora’s smile twisted. "Easy to say when it hasn’t happened to you. Let’s just hope your future wife isn’t the promiscuous type."

She didn’t want to continue the conversation. Turning away, she gathered up some pine needles to clear the ground, then used her jacket as a pillow and laid down to sleep.

Everett chuckled at her reaction. "Aurora, don’t roll into the fire in your sleep!"

"You’ll be the one roasting like a pig!" she snapped, then shut her eyes, done with him for the night.

Everett raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t sleepy, and he didn’t plan on sleeping either.

If he fell asleep, the fire might go out—and it’d get cold fast.

And if Aurora actually did roll into the flames, he’d end up with a charred goddess on his hands. That was not happening.

Sure, maybe he was being paranoid. But better safe than sorry.

Aurora fell asleep quickly.

Maybe because Everett was nearby, she felt unusually safe. If she were alone, she probably would’ve been too scared to sleep at all.

Everett kept thinking about what Aurora had said.

If she had been touched by someone else... would it bother him?

Taking it a step further—if the worst had happened, if she’d been attacked by multiple men—could he still accept her?

He stared at her sleeping form.

The answer was yes.

No matter what had happened, he’d still protect her. He didn’t care.

When you love someone, it’s not just their body—it’s their heart, their soul.

His brow tightened. And besides, he’d never let something like that happen. No one would ever get the chance to hurt her.

He checked his phone. Still no signal. But it didn’t matter. By tomorrow, they’d be out of here.

There was just enough food in his pack to last them until the afternoon. He had to get Aurora out of this place before then.

Standing up, Everett grabbed a long, thick branch. He used his knife to smooth out the rough parts, then laid it between Aurora and the fire—just in case she rolled over in her sleep.

That way, he could maybe relax enough to close his eyes for a bit.

Meanwhile, Aurora started dreaming.

She found herself walking through a pitch-black forest. Cold tree shadows. Pale moonlight. Strange bugs and birds making eerie noises she’d never heard before.

The forest was heavy with shadows. Her skin prickled with fear.

Even though she knew it was a dream, she still felt scared. Goosebumps rose on her arms.

She was terrified. Where was Everett? Why did he leave her here?

She wanted to wake up, to see if Everett had really left her alone.

But her eyelids felt too heavy. She couldn’t open her eyes.

She kept wandering through the dark woods in her dream—until suddenly, a snake appeared up ahead. Its small head lifted, eyes locked on her, glowing with a cold, menacing light.