The Queen They Buried

Chapter 257

Aubree’s fingers clenched nervously, her back pressed tight against the sofa. Bowen leaned in, one arm resting on the back of the couch and the other braced beside her face–effectively trapping her.

“Such good taste,” Bowen said, his tone like velvet with a twist–charming, dangerous, and impossible to ignore.

Aubree was completely cornered, trapped in a space where escape felt impossible. ‘What’s his problem? All I did was try to set him up on a blind date. Previously, he kissed me and even pretended that it never happened. Unbelievable,’ she fumed inwardly.

The more she thought about it, the angrier Aubree became. In a sudden burst of fury, she gave Bowen a forceful shove. Caught off guard, Bowen actually ended up being pushed down by her.

With a bold swing of her leg, Aubree firmly straddled Bowen’s waist, pinning him down with decisive authority.

Bowen let out a low, breathy groan, not the least bit displeased. His eyes locked onto Aubree’s, burning with a heat so intense it was almost dangerous.

In any other situation, Aubree’s instincts would have screamed danger, and she would have run off. But right now, all Aubree could feel was the burn of humiliation and heartbreak. She jabbed a finger at Bowen and unleashed a torrent of scolding.

with a gorgeous woman too much of a burden for you? She’s stunning. Count your blessings!” she

‘Blessings? Sure, the woman is beautiful–but she isn’t the one I want, he

resting gently at her waist to steady her, afraid

voice rising with indignation. “You kissed me while you were drunk–I haven’t

Bree?” Bowen teased, a playful glint in

in

her eyes full of suspicion. “You

guilt–his knack for spinning stories was truly masterful. “Honestly, when I first woke up, I had some vague memories and thought was just a dream. Later, when I sobered up, it all came

flushed crimson in

about this?‘ Aubree fumed inwardly. ‘Hold on–what’s he playing at by bringing

deliberately pretended to be drunk just to kiss me! You’re

you can kiss me

propping himself up just enough to watch her with a lazy, inviting smile–a picture of utter invitation. The hand that had been resting on her waist began to wander, his grip slowly

forgot… It’s getting late, and I’ve had two