The Queen They Buried

Chapter 175

Chapter 175

They could see godfathers and believers walking around. Enrique believed in Christ and used to come to pray with his elders when he was young. Under his father’s influence, Bowen might not be extremely devout, but he still came to worship every year and made donations.

Most of the godfathers here recognized him on sight. “Mr. Turner, are you here to pray today?” a godfather said.

“I’m here to fulfill a vow for my father, and I’ve brought some friends to admire the roses,” said Bowen.

The godfather led them to a grand hall, where there were many believers.

Bowen led Aubree into the hall to fulfill their vow. As Aubree gazed up at the statue high above, she thought, ‘To be granted a second chance at life is beyond human power. Maybe this truly is God’s intervention. God took pity on how wretched and powerless i was before, and gave me another chance!

With that thought, she stood beside Bowen, seeking peace of mind.

Closing her eyes, palms pressed together, she prayed silently, ‘If God truly can see, then let me settle all the scores and find justice in this life. Standing in the middle, Bowen quietly cracked open one eye to steal a glance at Aubree beside him. He knew exactly why he was here. First, to give thanks for her return to his side; second, to pray for their future together.

After completing their prayers, a godfather served as their guide, leading them through the church grounds.

After touring the church grounds and seeing most of what they had to offer, Bowen checked the time and bid farewell to the godfather. “I’d like to take Aubree to see the Rose Garden,” he said.

smiled serenely, “An excellent choice. The roses are at

he loved coming here to pray. He donated quite a sum to the church, and the godfather even specially arranged

only visits occasionally, but the courtyard is

no idea why Bowen was telling her all this. Now, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes–so it had all been part of his

vibrantly, each one vivid against

more.

out her phone to snap a few

acted on impulse and

profile. Without thinking, his finger gently caressed

be even more beautiful if it snowed,”

delicate snowflakes began drifting down from the

a couple of flakes in her outstretched palms, then turned back to Bowen

breath hitched, his fingers twitching in his pocket with

scene, Bowen instantly regretted putting

cold. With half her face buried

he smiled

narrowed his eyes at the sky–the snow was coming down harder

over and thrust her phone into Bowen’s

reply, she