The Queen They Buried

Chapter 280

September’s heat was relentless. Though the military training at Rithol University wasn’t particularly strict, standing at attention under the blazing sun all morning had everyone groaning in misery.

After a full day of military training that ended in the afternoon, Aubree was drenched in sweat. Like everyone else, her first instinct was to rush back to the dorm for a much–needed shower.

Aubree just come out of the bathroom when she saw Bowen had texted her.

He was waiting for her at the quieter back gate of campus.

“Hey, Aubree, wanna grab some food?” Karlie asked with a grin.

Too lazy to move, Natalie had Sally fetch her a meal.

“No, you go ahead. Got something to do,” Aubree waved, grabbing her phone and heading out.

Karlie’s eyes flickered.

Aubree jogged all the way to the back gate. Bowen had an extensive collection of cars, from flashy to discreet, but his usual choice was an elegant and understated black Maybach worth hundreds of thousands.

Parked in a quiet corner with few people around, it wasn’t particularly conspicuous, unless one was looking for it, one’d hardly notice it at all.

Aubree jogged over, and by the time she opened the car door, her forehead was already glistening with sweat.

sweat from her brow. Up front, Ethan and Samson had tactfully gotten out and were now crouched under a nearby

said, “I brought you some juice from home. Carol just made it. Have

in a thermos, was ice–cold to the touch. One sip, and it was

into a smile. “So

the walkover made her break out in another sweat, her sweat–damp clothes clinging to her now fuller figure. A far cry from the frail girl she once

curves were faintly visible through

notice Bowen avert his gaze. Being uncomfortable suddenly, his throat went dry

military

“Not

“How’s the juice?”

had made was sweetly fragrant and perfectly balanced. After a long, exhausting day, Aubree didn’t have much of an appetite, but one glass of juice left her completely

craft,” Aubree replied, relaxing as the cool air chased away the heat. It was so comfortable that she didn’t even notice Bowen’s voice growing

as Aubree finished her juice, then leaned in, drawing her into their own

didn’t hesitate. She capped the cup, set it aside, wrapped her arms around

playful vixen look, Bowen lifted her

lips, then deepened the kiss,

“So sweet,” Bowen murmured.

Aubree replied,

talking about juice, Bree.

cheeks flushed as she

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