“Congrattions on going public, prominent entrepreneur.”
Aubree stood by the floor–to–ceiling window, <b>looking </b>down at the city as night fell. The streets below bustled with cars and people, every kind of life on disy.
Bowen’s words of congrattions echoed softly in her ear.
How <b>could </b>she even describe the feeling? It <b>was </b>like a <b>beautiful </b><b>dream </b>she’d had right before dying in her <b>previous </b>life.
“Well, I, the prominent entrepreneur, <b>will </b><b>dly </b>ept congrattions <b>from </b>you, the prominent CEO,” <b>said </b>Aubree, letting out a softugh. Dream or <b>not</b>, she was happy right now, and that was all that mattered.
Bowen couldn’t help butugh<b>, </b>too. Even though he couldn’t see her, just hearing her voice made his expression soften in a way that was almost ridiculous, <b>his </b>gaze impossibly tender. When are youing back?”
“In a couple of days. I still have some interviews andworking to do here,” Aubree replied. By the time she got back <b>to </b>Rithol City, it would probably be close to his birthday.
*Will <b>you </b>spend a whole day with me when I get back?” she asked.
“<b>Will </b>one <b>day </b>be enough? Bowen asked<b>. </b>
“It has to be. Mr. Turner, you’re the big boss. Your people are practically fighting each other to do your work for you. I’m a hardworking person. I have to go to school and work, and I also have to take care of the employees from time to time,” Aubree said.
“Alright,” Bowen replied.
After hanging up, a clever glint shed in Aubree’s eyes. She’d just figured out how she wanted to celebrate Bowen’s birthday.
Since Bowen couldn’t let go of that day, she’d get <b>him </b>to try doing something else at it.
If he could move on, that would be the best oue. If <b>not</b>, that would be fine, too. At least from now <b>on</b>, she’d be there with him on that day.
After staying <b>in </b>Südlichen Strand for <b>a </b>while, Aubree deliberately timed her return to <b>Rithol </b>City to be close to Bowen’s birthday.
Aubree Miller: [Can
you save tomorrow
for me? It is the 25th tomorrow.]
Bowen <b>had </b>thought Aubree would be back by the 25th at thetest, but he hadn’t expected her to show up right on the 25th itself.
However, it was the first time Aubree <b>had </b>ever taken the initiative to invite him out, and honestly, he just <b>couldn’t </b>say no to her.
After a fierce battle with himself, Bowen <b>finally </b>replied with a simple [Okay.]
Aubree breathed <b>a </b>huge <b>sigh </b>of relief when <b>she </b><b>saw </b>his <b>message</b>. She thought, ‘Ollie told me Bowen went to the cemetery to apany his brother and sister–in<b>–</bw on his birthdays every year. He couldn’t let go of the pain of <b>losing </b>his family and would probably turn me down.
Aubree’d even thought it all <b>through</b><b>. </b>If he did <b>say </b>no, she’d juste <b>clean </b>and offer to go with him to visit his brother at the cemetery tomorrow.
<b>Luckily</b>, things hadn’t turned <b>out </b>nearly <b>as bad </b><b>as </b>she’d <b>imagined</b>.
The next day, when Aubree arrived at the spot <b>she </b>and Bowen <b>had </b><b>agreed </b>on, she spotted him from afar. He was standing <b>tall </b>and straight under a canopy of ancient, leafy trees, dressed in a sleek ck shirt <b>that </b>showed off his long, lean frame. With his <b>hands </b><b>casually </b>tucked into his pockets, he lookedpletely at ease. His head slightly bowed and his eyes soft and thoughtful, <b>the </b><b>very </b>picture of quiet elegance,
Usually, his hair would be slicked back with gel at work, but it was left loose today, falling naturally over his forehead. The breeze ruffled it just enough to make him look effortlessly cool and a little wild as he didn’t have <b>a </b>care in the world.
It was weekend, and not far away, a few young girls, probably students, were blushing and pointing at him, giggling <b>among </b>themselves. Every so often, one of them would squeal, “He’s so handsome! Is he that celebrity?”
Aubree had to bite <b>back </b>augh<b>. </b>If Bowen ever tried his luck in showbiz, just his face alone would be enough to make him go viral, even if he was just ying the role of a pretty boy with no real acting chops.
As if sensing her presence. Bowen nced over at her out of the corner of his eye. When he spotted her, his brows lifted with <b>a </b>hint of devilish, roguish charm, making him look even more irresistibly attractive.
“My boyfriend is so punctual–here so early?” Aubree teased, her tone half–joking, half–sweet. Strictly speaking, it was their first formal date, and Aubree’d put extra effort into her appearance since today was special.
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