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.

I’m sorry–was going on a date with a gorgeous woman too much of

up at Aubree, eyes full of exasperation. ‘Blessings? Sure, the woman is beautiful–but she isn’t

resting gently at her

voice rising with indignation. “You kissed me while you were drunk–I haven’t even called you out for it

on this, huh, Bree?” Bowen teased, a playful glint

his words in her head. A

Bowen up and down, her eyes full of suspicion.

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 an

Don’t I have every right to be upset about this?‘ Aubree fumed inwardly. ‘Hold on–what’s he playing at by

pursed her lips. “You deliberately pretended to be

smirked. “Alright, then you can

a lazy, inviting smile–a picture of utter invitation. The hand that had been resting on her waist began to wander,

It’s getting late, and I’ve had two full days of exams… I’m