The Queen They Buried

Chapter 221

After a restless night of barely any sleep, Aubree woke up feeling completely disoriented. When she heard Bowen’s voice. she instinctively pulled the covers tighter around herself. ‘How am I supposed to face him?’ she wondered, feeling utterly lost. After gathering her courage with a deep breath, Aubree finally opened the door.

Bowen wore a black windbreaker, with his hair down and lightly tousled bangs framing his forehead, giving him a fresh and well-groomed appearance. “Breakfast is ready! Do you want to hit the skating rink after we eat?” Bowen said.

“Oh, and this.” Bowen pulled a gift envelope from his pocket, its festive shimmer catching Aubree’s eye. “Pocket money for you,” he said casually, as if the events of the night before had never happened.

Aubree looked at Bowen with suspicion. “Last night…” A wave of indignation washed over her; she felt utterly used and then dismissed. ‘Is he playing dumb, or had he forgotten?’ she wondered.

‘Last night? I was drunk-I honestly don’t remember what happened,” Bowen said with a look of confusion, his expression completely deadpan.

Aubree said, “Last night, I visited your room-”

Bowen lightly interrupted, “So, you brought me that hangover remedy, right? Dad mentioned it. The cup broke, but it’s all

to upset you when I was drunk last

I possibly

suddenly pausing. “What

her cheeks flush with

it yourself?”

inwardly. But all she could do was nod. “Yeah, I had a dream last

and it was like this.” Aubree gritted her teeth, imagining a hundred different outcomes but never considering that Bowen would forget. “Alright, fine. You said we were going

envelope

as she felt the thin envelope in her hand. Assuming it contained only a small

envelope on the bed, intrigued by the amount inside.

out pocket money?’ Aubree wondered with a hint of disbelief

significant amount stared back at

Bowen certainly had enough money. Since he had given it to her, he probably wouldn’t let