"Miss Wilson..." Nerida called out. Aurora lifted her head. "Wait for a mont—I need to talk to Everett."
Her words made it clear Nerida didn’t need to get out of the car.
Dominic, still pale from Everett’s intense presence, muttered, "I-I’ll wait in the car..."
Aurora nodded. Once Dominic left, she looked up at the man standing there, his whole body taut with tension.
With reporters’ caras aid their way, Aurora hesitated—unsure whether she should talk to him here or go sowhere more private. But Everett didn’t wait for her to decide. He reached out, grabbed her hand, and led her toward his Maybach.
Aurora didn’t resist. At the very least, she could save face for him in front of the press.
Once inside, the doors shut and the windows rolled up, cutting off all outside views. No one could see them now.
The atmosphere inside the car was suffocatingly tense. Aurora leaned uncomfortably against the seat and broke the silence.
"Everett, I told you—I don’t want you to co looking for anymore. I’m not going to be with you."
Rage flared in Everett’s eyes. He suddenly grabbed Aurora’s hand tightly. "Fine! Aurora, you’re a coward! You love , but you’re running away! I told you—I’m not afraid to die—"
"But I am!" Aurora’s voice shot up before she quickly lowered it again, rembering the reporters outside. Her tone chilled. "Everett, I am afraid. Is that so hard to understand? If I’m with you, that lunatic old man will target you. And when he does, I’ll get caught in the crossfire too!"
She had no better excuse—no real reason to give. So she resorted to this clumsy, desperate lie.
Everett’s jaw clenched as he glared at her. "Don’t say things you don’t an, Aurora! That’s not how you really feel!"
"Oh, what, you can read my mind now? You know exactly what I think?" Aurora’s face turned red as she fiercely tried to yank her hand away.
But Everett was too strong. His fever had broken, and though he wasn’t at full strength, overpowering Aurora wasn’t difficult.
The more she struggled, the harder he held on. With a forceful grip, he pinned her against the seat—and kissed her, fiercely and without hesitation.
"Why is this damn woman always so clueless?"
Everett didn’t bother wasting any more words. He crushed his lips against hers, stealing away her calm and indifference. Aurora’s body turned weak, and to her horror, she felt a surge of desire rising from deep within her.
No!
She bit down hard, breaking his lip. The tallic taste of blood—sweet and salty—spread across her mouth.
Everett winced and let go of her, glaring coldly.
"Aurora, even if you reject , I won’t give up on you! Wherever you go, I’ll follow!"
Aurora had no words.
"Now, everyone probably thinks we’re dating," he added smugly.
Everett seed quite pleased with himself.
"You’re destined to be mine."
Aurora was breathless, her face flushed, a faint shimr of tears in her eyes.
Why wouldn’t he just let go?
Charging straight into danger even when he knew the risks—did he not fear regret?
"I’ll reject you on Twitter!" she threatened.
"Go ahead," Everett replied nonchalantly. His heart had beco resilient.
He’d spent the entire night thinking it through, and finally made up his mind. He wouldn’t force her—but he also wouldn’t give up. No matter what Aurora did, he would try to understand.
Because deep down, he knew: no matter how much she avoided him or pretended to despise him, it was always for his safety.
He had to understand. He couldn’t get angry.
Aurora looked up in shock, seeing Everett’s face with a faint smile—despite the blood at the corner of his lips. He was actually... happy? He wasn’t furious at what she’d just done?
Was his emotional intelligence... finally improving?
Aurora coldly shoved him away.
"Don’t touch !"
"Okay!" he replied cheerfully.
Aurora nearly spat blood in frustration.
Everett, can you not be this adorable?
He didn’t even lose his temper. Though the rage still simred in his eyes, he was holding it back well—staying composed.
Everett released her.
"If you want to leave, fine. But wherever you go to shoot your next MV, I’ll be there too."
He was Everett. Finding out her schedule was child’s play.
Aurora was secretly alard. Everett was staring at her intensely—like he might devour her at any second. She hurriedly flung the car door open and darted toward her own vehicle like her life depended on it.
"Miss Wilson! Are you and Everett dating?"
"Miss Wilson! Why haven’t you responded to Everett’s confession? Is your heart already taken?"
"Everett—!"
Though the reporters couldn’t get close, they still raised their mics one after another, desperate to catch a quote from Aurora.
But she ignored them all, climbed into the car, and sped off without a word.
Back in his car, Everett sat gripping the steering wheel, veins bulging as he fought to stay calm. He’d told himself not to get angry—but he still slamd a fist down onto the wheel.
At this rate, when would he ever be with her?
Still, his heart was set. He wouldn’t change his mind. Even if Aurora hated him to the core—it didn’t matter.
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Two days passed in a blur.
During that ti, Aurora stayed ho, never setting foot outside.
Everett showed up both days, waiting for hours outside before eventually leaving.
He wasn’t pushing too hard—but he wasn’t letting go either.
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On the third day, Aurora finally had to leave the villa and head to the company. She was preparing to shoot a new music video with the team.
This ti, it was for the MV of "Love You."
They chose local spots for the shoot, since the scenery around S City was beautiful enough.
"Aurora, Everett’s car is following us again," Dominic said with envy in his voice.
"He’s totally obsessed with you. If it were , I’d say yes in a heartbeat!"
These days, just hearing Aurora’s na was enough to stir up jealousy and admiration among countless won.
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