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.

about to speak-hadn’t even formed the first syllable-when suddenly, Bowen’s hand pressed

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 that moment, it felt as if her mind

utterly stunned. His lips were elegantly thin yet surprisingly soft, and their intense warmth made

in her hand had served its purpose. It fell to the floor and shattered into

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 was happening.

waist. In one smooth motion, he lifted her, pressing her tightly against his chest, leaving

lip-the sharp sting brought Aubree back to her senses. Aubree thought, ‘We

leaned back slightly, their bodies still entwined. Their breaths mingled-hers quick and shallow, his warm and heavy. Bowen teased, “You’ve consumed it all… Now, there’s nothing left for me,

moment, it felt as if the air had frozen. Her lips were swollen from the kiss, and her

her

teasing. “Yes, I’ve

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Chapter 220

It wasn’t sweet at all!’ Aubree fumed inwardly. She stood there in a daze, staring