<b>Chapter </b><b>492 </b>
Bowen stared at Aubree<b>, </b>who was clutching her wine <b>ss </b>and refusing to let go. He curved his lips into a smile and set his ss <b>of </b>red wine aside. <b>“</b>You’re drunk<b>.</b><b>” </b>
When Aubree got drunk, she turned into <b>a </bpletely different person from her usual self.
Normally, she <b>was </b>sharp and sensible, but once she had a few drinks, she became clingy<b>, </b>unreasonable, and all her intelligence just flew out the window.
“No, I’m not drunk,” Aubree mumbled, pursing her lips.
<b>She </b>thought, ‘Bowen is the absolute worst<b>. </b>He <b>is </b>smiling at me like that, but he <b>is </b>not letting me drink and still grinning. What’s so funny? He is so annoying.
Aubree smacked Bowen right <b>across </b>the <b>face</b>, ring at him fiercely. “Don’tugh!”
<b>Bowen </b>was taken aback. The p <b>wasn’t </b>hard enough to hurt, but he hadn’t expected Aubree to be <b>so </b>cute when she was drunk.
He let out a muffledugh, barely managing to <b>stop </b>himself under Aubree’s “threatening” re.
Bree, do you want a drink?” Bowen coaxed softly.
“Yeah,” Aubree answered right <b>away</b>.
“Only good girls <b>get </b>to drink,” Bowen said.
Aubree instantly <b>sat </b>up straight, chin lifted, her whole face saying, “I’m being good!”
“Whether you’re being good or not, that’s for me to decide,” Bowen said while arching an eyebrow.
The n he’d been hiding <b>ever </b>since he picked up Bree was finally starting to show.
Aubree’s <b>few </b>remaining brain cells sparked for a moment <b>as </b>she wondered, ‘Why does he get to decide?‘
But the thought vanished as quickly as <b>it </b>came. She answered sweetly, “Okay.”
“So, first question,” Bowen said while his eyes darkened with a dangerous glint, “Do you like Oliver or Bowen?”
That night at the investment meeting, his dislike for Oliver had hit its peak. Then, in the days that followed, it was like everything was against him. Oliver openly flirted with Aubree while he was stuck dealing with one thing after another.
He was so angry these past few days that he could probably set someone on <b>fire</b><b>. </b>
Aubree’s drunken mind was running slow. She had to think for a while before she could even remember what Oliver looked like.
She wrinkled her nose. “Oliver<b>…</b><b>” </b>
She mumbled something, and Bowen couldn’t quite make it out. “What?”
Aubree scrunched up her brows, thinking this guy in front of her was just as annoying as <b>ever</b>. <b>“</b><b>I </b>said Oliver!”
As soon as Aubree said Oliver’s name, Bowen’s <b>face </b>suddenly darkened. ‘Oliver? Does she actually like Oliver more?‘ he thought, jealousy ring up inside him.
“Oliver is so annoying,” Aubree muttered, scrunching up her nose in disgust.
Bowen’s jealousy, which was about to erupt, was instantly smothered by her words.
“To put it bluntly, he’s basically my nemesis. He just won’t leave me alone. It’s driving me crazy. Next time I see him, I’m bringing extra bodyguards and telling them he’s harassing me, so they can rough him up,” Aubree grumbled.
Bowen couldn’t help butugh.
<b>“</b><b>And </b>what about Bowen<b>?</b><b>” </b>Bowen asked.
Aubree sniffled. “He’s <b>a </b><b>jerk</b>.
<b>“</b><b>A </b><b>really </b>good–looking jerk who’s <b>actually </b>pretty nice.
“His girlfriend’s about to <b>get </b><b>stolen</b>, and he never shows <b>up</b>. Is he trying to get himself single for life or what<b>?</b>”
Before Aubree could even finish, <b>Bowen </b>couldn’t hold himself <b>back </b>anymore and swooped in to kiss her.
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2:40 <b>PM </b>
His kiss was <b>fierce </b>and possessive as he tried to im her.
No matter how gentle and refined Bowen looked on the outside, he couldn’t deny that deep down, he was aggressive.
If he wanted something–or someone–he’d get it by hook or by crook, whether that meant tricking or outright taking it for himself.
Back then, Aubree was just someone everyoneughed at. Nobody even bothered to notice what was good about her.
But now, she was on a whole different level from everyone her <b>age</b>. Even if those other guys had a crush on her, none of them dared to show it.
But now<b>, </b>with Oliver suddenly in the picture, Bowen had to admit that judging by status<b>, </b>family background, and looks, Oliver was actually a formidable <b>rival</b>.
He kissed her fiercely, pouring <b>all </b>his pent–up desire into that kiss.
He explored every inch of her lips, savoring her like he’d never get enough.
Aubree was left breathless,pletely swept away. He had always acted so aloof and restrained in the past, but he finally made his move and imed the prey he’d coveted for so long