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    <b>Chapter </b><b>606 </b>


    As Bowen pulled Aubree into his arms, it finally felt real to him. He finally felt like the girl in his arms belonged to him.


    He ran his hand over her back, savoring the softness of her skin. However, a few scars stood out, and that caught his attention.


    Bowen gently traced each one with his fingers.


    “That tickles…” Aubree squirmed under his touch, unable to help herself.


    Perhaps it was in Alice’s bloodline. Even during the three difficult years she spent with the Wilson family, when she was just a shadow of herself from hunger, her skin remained pale and tender.


    Every scar marking her body was a result of the Wilson family’s abuse, umting one after another.


    They had taken her to doctors in hopes of removing the scars, but no matter what, new ones would always show up. Even the faintest marks


    never truly went away.


    Now, she could easily travel to another country and have thetest treatments to erase the scars, but she chose not to. Those scars served as reminders of the suffering the Wilson family caused her. They were her motivation to keep pushing ahead, a prompt never to give up, and to strive for a ce where the Wilson family could never harm her again.


    Bowen stayed silent, his grip loosening as his fingers gently traced over each scar, more gently with each touch. He couldn’t <b>help </b>but <b>think</b><b>, </b><b>“</b><b>If </b>only I had known back then, I should have watched over her more closely.’


    They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other. All of a sudden, Aubree pushed herself out of Bowen’s arms, and she gave him a slow once–over. With a yful spark in her eyes, she asked, “Bowen, shouldn’t you be making me happy now?”


    Aubree gave him a little twirl, letting him take in the view before requesting, “Now that I’ve satisfied your request, don’t you think it’s only fair you return the favor?”


    “Of course,” Bowen replied, a smirk tugging at his lips.


    “So, what do you want me to do?” Bowen probed as he stepped back, looking like he’d go along with whatever she wanted.


    Aubree rested her chin on her hand and said thoughtfully, “Honestly, I want to see you in a dress shirt,”


    Caught off guard by her request, he asked, “That’s it? Don’t I wear shirts all the time?”


    “A ck dress shirt. All ck, from head to toe,” Aubree said, a yful glint in her eyes. “I’ve never seen you like that before.”


    Bowen usually went for àid–back, casual look, but his sense of style was always on point. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have picked out that slip dress for her. The dress he picked fit her perfectly, as if it were made just for her.


    At formal events, <i>he </i>typically dressed in suits, but he rarely chose all ck. To him, that color scheme felt too serious and gloomy, and it was not his style at all.


    However, he was happy to go along with it since Aubree had asked.


    “Alright,” Bowen murmured, dipping his head to brush a soft kiss over her lips. “Wait for me.”


    With that, he turned and disappeared into the dressing room.


    When Bowen walked back into the room, Aubree’s eyes widened in surprise. He was wearing a sleek ck <b>dress </b>shirt that fit him perfectly<b>. </b>It had a stylish cor that added to his sharp look.


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    The shirt was buttoned only at the top, giving a hint of his toned chest beneath. With Bowen’s already impressive <b>physique</b><b>, </b><b>he </b>looked Irresistibly attractive.


    Aubree felt a rush of heat to her face he looked so good that she nearly felt overwhelmed!


    “Like what you see?” Bowen asked, catching every bit of her reaction.


    “You look great,” Aubree said, her admiration in


    as


    day in her eyes.


    She stepped forward, pushed him down onto the bed, and straddled him.


    The difference between ck and white was stunning. These two bold colors came together in a way that created a unique and exciting energy between them.


    Aubree trailed her fingers down from his chin, down his throat, over his chest, before pausing at the top button of his shirt.


    Bowen gripped her waist to steady her while his other hand gently supported her back.


    A low, muffled moan rumbled from his throat as Aubree leaned down and imed his lips in a kiss.


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