The Queen They Buried

Chapter 179

with the gat he adored curled up in his arms, Bowen would have to be a saint, or made of dure, to keep his enviposime.

Bowen fell the delicate warmth of her body in his arms. His Adam’s apple hobbed as heat consumed him, his blood running hot, ‘Yet she slept indisturbed, her body stinctively seeking his warmth, pressing closer with each drowsy shift.

Bowen thought to himself, ‘This is sweet agony”

He was burning up with desire, yet he couldn’t act on it. Gritting his teeth, Bowen forced himself to fall asleep.

Here, Bowen got tormented by desire, while at Ellis Heights, Alvin was also on the verge of a breakdown.

Hugh called to say that Bowen wasn’t home and asked Alvin to come to Eis Heights to help look after the guest. Alvin, considering that Bowen was stat his uncle, after all, went. But the moment he saw Isla on the sola, his jaw nearly hit the floor

Alvin thought to himself, ‘Seriously, is this how an uncle sets up his nephew)

Isla knew Bowen had a nephew, so she immediately recognized Alvin and latched onto him, bombarding him with endless questions about Bowen.

steered Isla into the study and fired up

worked Maybe a

looked over at Isla, who was still trash–talking with others in broken

Alvin, I can’t beat him. Get over here and

only reply.

first half of the night wound up so tight she couldn’t sleep a wink, but in the

the church bed was surprisingly comfortable. The mattress beneath me

there was only a

her ears. To Aubree, at that moment, it

felt

she scrambled off Bowen at breakneck speed. That had to be Guinness World Record material, she thought frantically. Can someone please explain how I ended

situation. ‘Wait, why was the quit that should have been covering me now kicked down to the foot of the bed? And how did I

up, it’s painfully clear that I must’ve been

a board, but I practically coiled around him like a snake. Honestly, he

his hair tousled from sleep, propped himself up on one elbow and quietly watched as Aubree sat

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