The Queen They Buried

Chapter 220

Bowen moved closer, his breath recking of alcohol, sending a sharp, stinging heat across her face. Aubree’s cheeks burned with such intensity that it felt as if the heat might radiate outward. There was a hazy, almost dazed expression in Bowen’s eyes-clearly, the alcohol was taking its toll.

“Bowen…” Aubree held her breath, afraid that the intoxicated Bowen might act unpredictably.

“Yeah,” Bowen murmured in a low voice. “Could you taste it for me first?” Bowen’s voice was deep and filled with an undeniable intensity that made Aubree’s heart race.

Aubree’s hand trembled slightly once more. “Don’t all hangover remedies taste the same?” she muttered, hoping he would drop the topic.

Bowen leaned in, a playful sparkle in his eyes. “How could you know if you haven’t tasted it?” He wore a determined expression, clearly intent on not letting her leave until she took a sip.

Don’t argue with a drunk,’ she thought. ‘I’ll just gulp it down and bring him another one later. That should do the trick. With that in mind, Aubree steadied herself and finished the drink in one go.

A faint smirk danced in Bowen’s eyes as he watched Aubree sip the hangover remedy, intentionally closing the distance between them. He appeared determined to pin her against the window. Leaning closer, his breath warmed her ear. “How does that taste?” he asked.

just hangover soup, Aubree thought as she swallowed the last mouthful. She was about to speak-hadn’t even formed the first syllable-when suddenly, Bowen’s hand pressed firmly down on

lowered his head and captured her lips with a kiss. Aubree’s body went rigid, as if struck by a bolt of lightning-her vision faded to a blur. At

were elegantly thin yet surprisingly soft, and their

the empty cup in her hand had served its purpose. It fell to the floor and

unbothered. He enclosed Aubree completely, his lips pressed against hers-first exploring, then teasing, and gradually deepening the kiss, as if gauging just how much

had gone blank. Her eyes glazed over- she couldn’t process what

one smooth motion, he lifted her,

sting brought Aubree back

and shallow, his warm and heavy. Bowen teased, “You’ve consumed it all… Now, there’s nothing left for me, is

the hangover remedy from my lips?’ Her mind was in complete turmoil—at that moment, it felt as

find her voice at

teasing. “Yes, I’ve tasted

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Chapter 220

Aubree fumed inwardly. She stood there in a daze,