The Queen They Buried

Chapter 256

“That rascal Bowen–he’s still young, but honestly, he acts even more rigid than I do! I try to set him up on blind dates, but he refuses to go. For a while, I even started to wonder if he might be asexual!”

“That’s impossible!” Aubree instantly blurted out. “Bowen is perfectly normal!”

“Oh? Aubree, dear, how can you be so sure?” Enrique chuckled with a knowing smile.

Aubree instantly flushed with embarrassment. “Well, it’s just a feeling, you know? Someone as impressive as Bowen–there’s no way he could be…

“How could I possibly say I’ve… experienced it firsthand?” Aubree thought.

A knowing twinkle danced in Enrique’s eyes, but he did not press further. “Come on, take a look at these photos and help me pick someone out.”

Aubree lowered her head and began examining the photos seriously. There were seven or eight of them–all jaw–droppingly gorgeous. Bowen certainly was not lacking in options.

Enrique picked one out. “How about this one? Comes from a family of scholars. I know her grandfather–he is a calligrapher. The girl is well- mannered and talented.”

The young woman in the photo had long, straight black hair and wore silver–rimmed glasses. Even through the picture, she radiated an air of quiet intelligence.

“She’s really pretty,” Aubree agreed with a nod.

out a photo of a

a knowing look. “Oh? So

door swung open and Bowen strode in. “What are you two talking about?” he asked, glancing between

them no chance to hide what they were doing. His eyes narrowed at the

an even wider grin. “Just picking out some

at him with a sugary smile. “They’re all gorgeous,

lips. This little minx

gaze, her confidence wavering. Meanwhile, Enrique watched with undisguised glee, clearly relishing the

just who did you two pick?” Bowen

one’s my choice. And this lovely young lady

not daring to meet

the photo Aubree had picked.

knowing twinkle in his eyes. “Well then, it’s settled. I’ll arrange a meeting for you guys to meet.” With that, Enrique stood up briskly–completely abandoning the wobbly–drunk act he had

her feet as well. “Let me walk you

a step, Bowen caught her by the collar and pulled her back. “Not so fast. Let’s have a little chat first,

uselessly in the air.

out a nervous laugh.

stared at her

an eyebrow. “Bro? Now that’s an interesting way to