The Queen They Buried

Chapter 177

With deliberate slowness, she straightened the bedding, yet even dawdling had its limits.

Bowen knew what was troubling her. With an amused smile, he stood by, making no move to hurry her as she fussed with the bedding.

Then he said cainly. “You should take the inside by the wall tonight. The bed’s a bit narrow. Wouldn’t want you to fall off” His face was the picture of composaire, as if he didn’t have a single ulterior thought.

Aubree sat on the edge of the bed, nervously fiddling with her fingers. “I’m not sleepy yet. I think I’ll go to bed a bit later,” she said.

Bowen didn’t insist. Instead, he quietly began straightening the bedding himself Before long, his phone ring it was from Hugh, the family butler,

“Hello?” Bowen answered as he settled onto the bed.

“Bowen, when are you coming back tonight?” In Ellis Heights, High glanced at the beautiful, doll like girl on the sofa and felt troubled. This girl’s brother is truly unreliable. How could he leave her here like this?” he thought

Isla, sitting on the sofa, seemed to notice Hugh’s gaze. She looked up with a sweet smile and asked, “Mr. Watson, when is Bowen coming back?”

Hugh rubbed his temples in frustration. He couldn’t understand a word of Odionlandian, and the little girl’s chattering might as well have been gibberish

to him.

my father’s vow, Bowen said. “The snow has blocked the roads, and I

back to Odionland, but his younger sister wanted to stay. He asked you to look after her. He

I don’t understand a word of Odionlandian. What are we supposed

for a moment, then seemed to have an idea and chuckled. “Hugh, go get

his expression uncertain. ‘Is it okay to

that time, the bed was already ready

through her phone despite the terrible signal Out of the corner of her

instantly scared straight. “Bowen, what are you doing?”

get undressed for bed, obviously,” Bowen replied matter–of–factly “There’s nothing much to do up here in the mountains,

lower lip. Honestly, it’s

“Are y

sleepy?” Aubree

tilting his head at her/Just do

point, Aubree thought frantically. She grew restless,

ignorance. He removed his outer garments, remaining in his shirt and pants, and lay

Chapter 177

as Aubred was still hesitating, a voice called out from outside the window, “Miss Miller, Mr. Turner, are you still