Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 621: Don’t Tempt Me!

His soft lips touched hers, calming her racing heart. It felt so reassuring—he was still here...

The kiss burned with heat, laced with intimacy. Aurora let out a whimper, sensing something was changing in him.

She quickly pushed against his chest. "No... mmph... not here..."

Everett immediately pulled back. No matter how rational he was, this was still a temple. You don’t do that here. The gods are watching.

Besides, if he kept pushing her like this, she might only drift further away from him.

He held her tightly, face flushed, trying to suppress his desire. "Aurora, you’re tempting me again!"

Aurora flinched. "I—I’m not! I really just had a nightmare!"

She panted, frustrated. Why did weird things always happen whenever she was with him?

The first time they were together, it had also started with a nightmare. He’d come to check on her, and somehow... she ended up in his bed.

You could say she just needed comfort, but it got misunderstood fast.

Everett didn’t say anything more. He held her for a bit, then let go and ran outside.

"Everett..." Aurora watched him leave with guilt in her eyes. She wasn’t some innocent girl anymore—she knew full well how hard it was for a man to hold back in that kind of moment.

She stared blankly toward the door. He didn’t come back right away, and the fear from her nightmare crept back in.

Soon, Everett returned. His face was flushed in a way that didn’t look entirely natural.

He sat down next to her, his usual arrogance back in place.

This proud, difficult man—she honestly didn’t know how to describe him anymore.

Aurora nervously lowered her gaze, unsure what he was going to do next...

Then Everett chuckled softly. "Aurora, you must be pretty lonely. Do you know what it means when you dream about snakes?"

Aurora wasn’t big on dream interpretations, so she looked up at him with watery eyes and shook her head.

Everett’s grin turned devilish. "Dreaming about snakes means... you’re sexually frustrated."

Aurora’s eyes widened, her face burning even hotter. "Y-You’re full of it!"

How was she sexually frustrated?! Just because seeing him made her feel off-balance and reminded her of everything that had happened before?

That didn’t mean she wanted to... do that with him again!

Seeing her all flustered just made Everett laugh harder. "If you don’t believe me, go read some books on the subject. Country S has thousands of years of culture—you’d be surprised how deep this stuff goes."

Aurora jumped up angrily and put more distance between them. "I don’t believe that nonsense! Those books are scams. I’d rather buy something useful!"

Everett’s smile faded. "What’s a scam, and what’s useful? You mean books on how to dress or do makeup? That’s not fair. Listening to music, reading novels, watching movies—they’re all forms of entertainment. They’re not exactly ’useful’ either, but people still love them. Why? Because people need ways to let go. If you don’t believe that, then who are you singing for? And why sing at all?"

His words left Aurora speechless.

He was right. If she thought things that weren’t "practical" had no value, who would listen to her? Who would care about her music?

People knew novels and dramas were fiction, yet still loved them. That meant people needed them.

She really shouldn’t have dismissed it like that...

Suddenly, Aurora realized she kind of agreed with Everett. Was she losing it? How could she be siding with him?

Feeling sulky, she looked down and absentmindedly played with the pine needles on the ground.

Everett gave a faint smirk. The firelight flickered across his firm chest.

Outside, the rain had stopped.

Everett added more wood to the fire.

Aurora glanced at the time—it was already 3 a.m. She hadn’t realized she’d slept that long. If not for the nightmare, she probably would’ve kept sleeping.

Leaning against the wall, she felt warm from the fire. If Everett hadn’t been there, she might’ve actually frozen or starved to death.

Being with him... honestly didn’t feel so bad. That thought alone frustrated her. Why was she even thinking like this?

After adding more wood to the fire, Everett raised an eyebrow and teased, "Aurora, aren’t you afraid of dreaming about snakes again? Come over here—I promise you won’t have any more nightmares."

"Ugh, get lost!" Aurora shot him a fierce glare.

Everett burst into laughter.

Seeing her annoyed actually made him happy. Sure, part of him still felt a bit disappointed—but if Aurora really were the type to casually sleep around, he wouldn’t have liked her as much anyway.

"I’ll allow you to cuddle with me while you sleep," Everett said with a smirk. "Or you can use my thigh as a pillow."

He was starting to realize he was getting smoother with words—more talkative, more shameless.

Must be the effect of being in love?

Aurora snapped back, "Everett, you’re unbelievable! Your face is thicker than duck skin!"

Everett’s smile darkened a bit. "Wait—are you saying I’m a duck? Is that what you’re implying?"

Aurora trembled with rage. "That’s not what I meant!"

"I could be one," Everett said sarcastically. "One million bucks and I’m yours for the night. Only yours."

Aurora nearly gagged and turned her face away in disgust. Everett just laughed even more, the tension lifting. It was a lighter moment—and it eased the pressure in his chest a bit.

He wanted to be with her. Wanted her not to hate him.

But the more he wanted it, the more it weighed on him. He took a deep breath, trying to get his emotions back in check.

Eventually, Aurora fell asleep again.

After all the walking they’d done that day, she was exhausted. And since Everett wasn’t making any moves, she didn’t bother staying on guard.

She ended up sleeping straight through to morning.

When Aurora opened her eyes, soft sunlight was streaming in through the worn, decorative window.

"Huh... it’s morning already..." she murmured, sitting up. She was surprised she’d slept so well—and she couldn’t help glancing at Everett.

He was already looking at her. His eyes were bloodshot, lips pressed into a firm line, but his gaze was full of warmth and something deeper—devotion.

Aurora quickly looked away, flustered. Then, unable to help herself, snuck another glance.

He’d looked away by then, and there was a hint of exhaustion on his face.

Aurora hesitated, then asked, "Did you... not sleep last night?"

"Of course not," Everett said flatly. "I was making sure you didn’t roll into the fire and roast yourself like a pig."

He brushed off the dust on his clothes with a look of mild disgust.

Aurora’s face turned red.

She stood and ran her fingers through her hair. They’d been stuck here for so long, she was starting to feel seriously unpresentable.

Her clothes had picked up a faint smell too... Ugh. She wished she could sprout wings and fly out of this place—find somewhere to soak in a hot bath for hours.