The Queen They Buried

Chapter 219

The six of them had dinner together. After the meal, Enrique stayed to watch the festive show, while Bowen, having had quite a bit to drink that evening, went upstairs to rest.

Alvin was playing cards with Ethan and Samson. When it comes to intelligence, Alvin certainly inherited the genes of the Turner family-the Dillard brothers were no match for him and ended up losing an entire month’s salary.

However, those two were as stubborn as mules and refused to admit they couldn’t even beat Alvin, who rarely played cards. Aubree didn’t know how to play, so she just watched from the sidelines, thoroughly amused by the scene.

“Aubree,” Enrique said, “Bowen had a little too much to drink tonight. Could you deliver him a hangover remedy? It’s in the

kitchen.”

“Okay,” Aubree replied. Since she was the only one free at the moment, she went to the kitchen, carefully grabbed the drink, and made her way upstairs.

Bowen’s mind. It was clear to anyone that Aubree held only a fleeting affection for him. Growing up in an orphanage, Aubree met the investor, who provided her with vital emotional support during her childhood. However, upon returning to the Wilson family, she was left with

kept her emotions closely guarded. Earning her complete trust

to make him drunk. He stood on the

fondness for Aubree these past few days, there was always a subtle undertone in his words. Bowen’s expression grew serious. He realized he needed to

in hand and knocked. She quickly caught herself and asked, “Bowen, are you asleep? Mr. Turner asked me to bring you some hangover remedy.” She recalled

stepped inside. The room was dim, leading her to believe he had already gone to bed or was at least lying down. To her surprise, Bowen stood by the window, bathed in the soft moonlight that shimmered off the snow outside, casting a gentle glow throughout

window, pale and completely lifeless. He turned sideways to face her, his gaze lowered, and silently observed her. The room was so quiet that one could hear a pin

you’ll feel even worse tomorrow.” Aubree stepped a little closer, carefully holding

his gaze down at her, his deep, unreadable eyes exuding a dangerously enticing, nearly predatory aura. “I’m fine,” Bowen murmured, his voice low and tinged with alcohol, his breath

wasn’t sure whether to approach him or place the hangover remedy on the table. In the end, she spoke softly, “I’ll leave the

his gaze, his eyes were fixed entirely on Aubree, creating a sense of intention, as if

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