The Queen They Buried

Chapter 324

At first glance, it looked as if someone had spilled a bucket of red paint all over the room. Blinding red filled every corner. A thick layer of rose petals carpeted the entire floor. In the center lay the tackiest gesture of all, in the form of a giant heart shape meticulously arranged from whole

roses.

There were also scented red candles and ambient mood lighting. Not a single détail was spared.

This room would put even the most extravagant honeymoon suite to shame. Aubree’s heart shuddered as she recalled how Ollie had repeatedly urged her to come back and open his gift here.

“No way Ollie did all this?” Aubree whispered.

Bowen’s face clouded over. He told Ollie to make the room romantic but not turn it into some sleazy, over–the–top bordello! And the whole thing was so tasteless too!

He wondered how Ollie managed to stay in the jewelry business with such bad taste…

He closed his eyes briefly. Changing room was definitely out of the question now. They would just have to make do with this room.

“Ollie’s taste is truly special. Stay away from him in the future,” Bowen advised.

a rest first. I’ll go shower,” he

headed for the bathroom. The moment he opened the door, neon lights flickered to life like some cheap nightclub,

Bowen’s temple as

Aubree felt totally at ease now as she collapsed onto the bed and doubled

love motel. He’d be rolling in

scornfully. “It wouldn’t even

the ridiculous setup in the bathroom, Bowen gritted his teeth and stepped

up. As she hugged a pillow to her chest, her ears began turning red. She was nervous but

table, in particular the largest one from Ollie. Curiosity got the better of her, and she

She gingerly picked

any fabric, it even had strategic cutouts in all the critical places. Was this what they

in shock. Ollie had always seemed a bit lewd,

her fingers had been burned. She then gulped down some cold water to steady

wanna shower?” Bowen

answered absent–mindedly, “Yeah,

bathrobe. Can you get

she knocked on the bathroom door to hand over the bathrobe without thinking too much. Little did she know, Bowen didn’t close