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.

Ethan and Samson had tactfully gotten out and were now crouched under a nearby tree, keeping watch

brought you some juice from home. Carol just made

to the touch. One sip, and it was pure

curved into a smile.

sweat, her sweat–damp clothes clinging to her now fuller figure. A far cry

faintly visible through the damp

breath, she didn’t notice Bowen avert his gaze. Being

asked, “Was military training

“Not

“How’s the juice?”

day, Aubree didn’t have much

heat. It was so comfortable that she didn’t even

juice, then leaned in, drawing her into their own private world, trapping her in his

aside, wrapped her

by her playful vixen look, Bowen lifted her chin and lowered his head

then deepened

“So sweet,” Bowen murmured.

the juice,” Aubree

“I was talking about juice, Bree. What did you think I

flushed as she shot

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