Aubreey on the bed, her long hair spilling out like a waterfall, her cheeks tinged with a rosy flush. Bowen watched her for a moment, then <b>sighed </b>and resigned himself to taking care of her<b>. </b>
He reached out to help her take off her shoes, knowing that reasoning with a drunk person was a lost cause.
Aubree’s eyes were misty, her brows furrowed in clear displeasure as she kicked out at him.
Bowen was caught off guard and loosened <b>his </b>grip, so he missed her foot. Shended a kick right in a rather awkward spot. His expression shifted, but the kick <b>was </b>so light it didn’t really hurt. It was just embarrassing.
The real problem was that Aubree seemed to find it amusing. After that first kick, she didn’t pull her foot back. Instead, she rubbed it against <b>him </b><b>a </b>couple of times, like she was ying around.
Bowen’s neck muscles tensed, veins standing out as he shot her a smoldering look.
She’d gone all out for the ss reunion tonight, wearing a long coat over a deep red knit dress that reached her ankles. Now, with her movements, the hem slid up, revealing her calves and thighs. Her skin was luminous like jewelry under the light. It was impossibly alluring.
Bowen was still holding her foot, his fingertips gliding over her exposed skin, lingering on the top of her foot as he gently rubbed it a couple of times.
“That <b>tickles</b>, Aubreeined, trying to <b>pull </b>her foot back, but Bowen wouldn’t let her go.
Aubree burrowed under the covers. The alcohol made her feel miserable. She let out soft, coquettish whimpers
If Bowen could hold himself back now, he’d never be able to call himself a man,
He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.
‘Is she really this much of a handful when she’s drunk? Bowen thought<b>, </b>feeling <b>even </b>more stifled by the fact that Aubree was doing all this unconsciously.
He kissed her hard before finally pulling away. “You little troublemaker, using your drunkenness as an excuse to light a fire under me, huh?”
Aubree blinked, her mind sluggish and clouded by alcohol. She could barely process what Bowen was mumbling about.
She couldn’t make sense of it, and she didn’t care about it.
She <b>suddenly </b>swung her hand <b>and </b>gave Bowen <b>a </b><b>p</b>. “Shut up!”
Bowen was stunned by her attitude, then let out a helpless, exasperatedugh.
There was nothing he <b>could </b><b>do </b><b>since </b>she <b>was </b><b>his </b>girlfriend. He felt <b>that </b>spoiling her was his job. Even if she left him burning. <b>up </b>with frustration, in the end, he could only resign himself and head to the bathroom to cool off.
The next morning, all Aubree felt was a splitting headache.
‘Drinking <b>always </b>gets me into trouble, she thought. Remembering that Bowen <b>had </be to pick her upst night, she let out a long <b>sigh </b>of relief.
If he <b>hadn’t </b>shown up, she probably wouldn’t <b>have </b>made it home at all. They’d forced way <b>too </b>much alcohol <b>on </b>her.
Rubbing her temples as she got out of bed, she spotted <b>a </b>sticky note from Bowen on the nightstand. He’d already left for work
<b>As </b>she headed downstairs, <b>the </b>smell of <b>Carol’s </b><b>breakfast </b><b>was </b><b>so </b>good it made her mouth water. After all that drinking <bst </b>night, her stomach was practically growling from emptiness.
“Alvin, aren’t you <b>supposed </b>to be in ss?” she asked, surprised to see him sitting at the table.
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“I took the day off to look into something.” Alvin replied.
“Is it about what happened at the orphanagest time?” Aubree asked.
“Yeah,<b>” </b><b>Alvin </b>said. After getting the list, he’d already tracked down where most of those <b>people </b><b>were </b>now. A faint smile appeared on his usually expressionless face. It wouldn’t be long before he found all <b>those </b>people from back then.
“Well, congrats!” Aubree said, “Hey, I took a <b>day </b>off from school too. My flight to Südlichen Strand is this afternoon.
“Hope <b>this </b>round of financing goes off without <b>a </b>hitch.”
At the Bree Technology office in Südlichen Strand, Aubree sat in her office chair, pressing a hand to her forehead
The hangover still hadn’t fully faded. Tomorrow, Sheldon <b>would </b>be arriving in Südlichen Strand.
At that moment, she watched in silence as the fire department <b>guys </b>bustled around nearby, doing their routine inspection.
The inspection wasn’t strange, but the way they were picking at every little thing was definitely suspicious.
They’d gone over the entire building, inside and out, not missing a single corner.
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