Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 657: Steal a Kiss

"Mhm, I’ll get ready," Aurora replied, never expecting that Everett would actually bring Delilah to meet her this time.

At 5 p.m., Aurora arrived at the ninth-floor lounge with Dominic and Amanda. Z Director’s assistant was already there waiting for them.

As they entered the private room, Aurora immediately spotted Everett in the crowd, even though it had only been a day and a night since they last saw each other.

Next to him was a sweet-looking girl.

She was wearing a soft white mohair sweater under a bright red coat. Heart-shaped face, big eyes—very approachable, pretty in a classic way.

The girl was cozied up next to Everett, her voice sugary sweet. "How about a glass of red wine? I heard you drank a lot last night!"

Everyone else around was laughing and chiming in. But as soon as Aurora and Dominic walked in, the whole room quieted. People looked at Everett, then at Aurora.

Aurora couldn’t even describe how she felt—she didn’t understand it herself, and didn’t have the time to figure it out either.

Because the girl had already skipped over, beaming. "Miss Wilson, I’m such a big fan! Please sign this for me. Once you blow up, your autograph’s gonna be impossible to get!"

Aurora blinked, then took the notebook and pen the girl handed her.

"I’m Delilah—Everett’s childhood friend!" she added with a glowing smile.

Aurora pressed her lips into a faint smile. "Hi, nice to meet you."

She didn’t know why her chest felt tight—but she picked up the pen and signed her name anyway.

"Wow, even your handwriting’s pretty! Just like you, Miss Wilson!" Delilah chirped. Her sweet talk made Aurora’s heart warm a little.

This girl clearly liked Everett, but... she was still far better than Gianna.

Gianna carried a kind of dark, suffocating energy. Delilah, on the other hand, felt warm and bright.

If Everett really ended up marrying Delilah, they might actually be a good match—his quiet personality balanced by her outgoing one. At least they’d have things to talk about.

Amanda pulled Aurora over to sit. Aurora was still dazed and tried not to look Everett’s way. Around them, people chatted and laughed. The atmosphere was cheerful.

"Tonight’s dinner is on Everett, so order whatever you want. Don’t be shy—he’s got more money than he knows what to do with!" Director Z joked from the side.

Aurora’s heart skipped a beat. He’s the one paying for this dinner?

She stole a glance at Everett—just in time to see Delilah peeling a giant lobster and placing it in his bowl.

Everett frowned slightly but didn’t stop her. Then, almost instinctively, he looked up—and their eyes met.

Aurora quickly looked away, her chest tightening with jealousy she didn’t want to admit.

Pathetic, she scolded herself. You’re the one who rejected him. Now he’s moved on—shouldn’t you be happy?

This was what she’d wanted. So why did it hurt?

She forced herself to push those feelings aside and joked with Amanda like nothing was wrong. But inside, she felt suffocated.

"Aurora, how long are you guys staying here?" Selene suddenly asked.

"Aurora will be here a bit longer. We still need to shoot some scenes for the next MV," Director Z answered for her.

Everett didn’t even look up, his sharp profile cold as ever.

Aurora nodded and gave a slight, awkward smile.

Selene smiled too, though there was a trace of disappointment in her eyes as she looked at Aurora—then turned to Delilah.

"So, Delilah, when did you and Everett get together?"

Delilah blinked playfully. "Just now. We just got together."

Everett didn’t say anything. To him, "got together" simply meant they arrived together.

But to Aurora, "got together" meant they were in a relationship.

Her heart clenched suddenly, a bitter taste rising. freeweɓnovel.cøm

This was the man who said he wanted her to be his woman—and now he was suddenly with someone else?

Wasn’t he the one who always kept his distance from women? Maybe it was because Delilah was his childhood friend—so she didn’t trigger that same level of rejection or discomfort?

Aurora didn’t know. All she knew was that her chest felt hollow.

The dishes started arriving, and everyone was chatting and laughing. Aurora played along, chiming in here and there, but none of it had any flavor.

Last night’s dinner had tasted amazing. Tonight, everything felt cold, like stale leftovers. Almost inedible.

Everett stayed mostly silent, while Delilah kept sharing stories about their childhood, sparking bursts of laughter around the table.

After dinner, Delilah suggested they go dancing, but Aurora declined, saying she wasn’t feeling well. Delilah looked a little disappointed.

She could tell Everett liked Aurora...

But still, despite that, Delilah had never felt any real dislike toward her.

Everyone left in small groups. Aurora headed to the restroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw a soft, slightly round face with a classical, ethereal beauty.

People often told her she looked like a beauty from an ancient painting—the kind that grew more stunning the longer you looked. But today, her features were clouded with a faint melancholy.

"Aurora, what are you even sad about? God, you’re pathetic."

Shame burned through her as she muttered to herself. She pinched the skin on the back of her hand hard. The sting made her wince, but it snapped her out of it, and she walked out of the restroom.

Dominic was waiting outside.

"I heard it’s snowing. Want to come check it out with me, Aurora?" Dominic asked excitedly. As her assistant, Dominic was by Aurora’s side nearly every moment they weren’t sleeping.

Aurora looked at her bright, eager face and couldn’t say no. She gave a small nod.

They headed downstairs together. Unlike in Country S, artists in Y Country had a bit more freedom—no crazy fans mobbing them.

So Aurora and Dominic casually stood outside the hotel entrance, watching the snowflakes fall. A chill swept through the air, making Aurora shiver.

Not far off, a car slowly pulled out—it was Everett’s.

Aurora froze. Just as she was about to look away, she saw Delilah suddenly lean in and kiss Everett on the cheek.

Aurora quickly turned her eyes away, flustered.

A wave of discomfort hit her. Her body felt weak and drained.

"Dominic, I’m going back to my room... You stay here, okay?"

"Huh? But Aurora, don’t you love watching snow?"

Dominic watched her retreating figure in confusion, not understanding why Aurora’s expression had suddenly turned so awful.

Back in her room, Aurora collapsed onto the bed, hugging her pillow blankly.

She couldn’t unsee it—Delilah leaning in and kissing him. And Everett... just frowning. He didn’t stop her.

The scene left her breathless. Literally.

But she wouldn’t run after him. She wouldn’t call. Aurora had already pushed herself into a world of solitude, convinced there was no future between them.

So she would endure.

Eventually, time would wash everything away—these feelings, these twisted emotions—they would all fade.

At that very moment, Everett had pulled over by the side of the road.

"Delilah, get out of the car."