The Queen They Buried

Chapter 162

Chapter 162

Bowen led Aubree out of the restaurant, heading toward his car.

Just as Ethan and Samson were about to follow, Kelvin quickly stepped in with a chuckle and blocked their way. “Hey, what’s the hurry? Can’t you see Mr. Turner wants some private time with Miss Miller?”

Ethan and Samson nodded in unison, then promptly changed course and put some distance between themselves and the

car.

Realizing the trio hadn’t followed, Bowen shot them an approving glance out of the corner of his eye.

Kelvin swelled with pride-his bonus was safe.

Bowen held the passenger door open for Aubree.

Inside the car, Aubree pressed against the window, putting as much distance as possible between herself and Bowen.

She’d have preferred the back seat, but knowing Bowen, who had already opened the passenger door, she knew he wouldn’t let her have her way.

Bowen’s fingers traced the steering wheel. He tilted his head, glancing at Aubree beside him. Why is she sitting so far away from me?

‘Never mind,’ Bowen thought to himself. ‘I’ve got all the time in the world.’

together, the faintest smile playing at

roared to life as Aubree clicked

Aubree watched the buildings outside the window slowly recede, a thought suddenly popped into her mind. ‘For someone like Bowen who always has a chauffeur, how

around Samson’s shoulders while Kelvin

watched with satisfied smiles as the car slowly pulled away-but then, as

her seatbelt as she was jolted from side to side. ‘Wait a minute,’ she thought,

toward Bowen, her forehead bumping into his firm chest. For a split second, she thought, ‘Nice

chuckle, meeting Aubree’s suspicious gaze as if seeing

at Bowen, a bit uneasy. “Maybe you should just have Ethan drive instead,” she

gone. I’ve got this.” Bowen declared, not one to back down. ‘Calling them

choice but to

rusty at first, but he quickly got the hang of it. In no time, the car was cruising smoothly and steadily

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forehead against the window, she squeezed her eyes shut as a wave of nausea rose within her, trying to fight

her discomfort. “What’s

had she spoken than Bowen reached out and grasped her other hand, which had been

tried to

letting go, Bowen tightened his grip on her

focus was pulled to his hand-his warm, dry fingers pressed tightly against