Orphan To Unbreakable Queen - Chapter 155: Chapter 155

"You're a quick learner," Bowen chuckled under his breath. He thought, 'The first time, Bree has been so docile, letting me have my way. Now, she has turned into a feisty little wolf cub.'
Aubree pinned Bowen down, grinning smugly. "Well, I guess I had the best teacher— you."
Bowen leaned in with a teasing smile. "So, Bree, want some more?"
Bowen lowered his gaze, only to meet Aubree's mock-scolding look. He chuckled. "What I meant was... you could do whatever else you want with me.
"Of course, if you want... Bree, I'm not saying no."
Aubree thought, 'When it comes to being shameless, I'm still no match for Bowen.' She put on a calm front and said, "Well, since you offered, don't blame me for taking full advantage."
"Consider me all yours," Bowen murmured, his arm draped around her waist as he leaned against the door in an utterly languid pose, eyes half-lidded. Their earlier activities had left his hair deliciously tousled, disrupting his usually composed demeanor. That hint of disorder, paired with his exquisite features, only made Aubree want to ruin his composure even further.
Aubree thought, 'Honestly, I'm totally hooked on this guy's body in the most literal sense.'
Aubree slid her hand under his clothes at the waist, lifting and exploring upward, not just feasting her eyes but also indulging her touch.
The central AC was no match for the heat between them. Both Bowen and Aubree were drenched in sweat.
Aubree gritted her teeth. 'If Bowen ever set foot in a club with his face, his body, and his undeniable charisma, he'd be the undisputed headliner. And yet, I just touched him twice, and he's groaning like I've done so much more.'
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. For Bowen, that couldn't be more true. Mindful of her fatigue, he'd kept their previous two meetings quiet chats in the car. But now, the calm facade he always wore had shattered, and his deep, dark eyes burnt with startling possessiveness and raw desire.
"Finished? My turn now," Bowen murmured.
Bowen carried Aubree to bed. One hand braced beside her face while the other gently cupped her chin. His lips claimed hers in a slow, deliberate kiss, teasing, tasting, savoring every delicate curve as if memorizing her.
Bowen was uncharacteristically patient this time, as if he determined to savor every last nuance of her, slowly, thoroughly.
Pressed close together, even after the AC had been blowing for ages, the heat refused to fade. If anything, it only stoked the heat between them.
Bowen held her lips captive, dictating the entire pace.
Aubree had to admit she was still no match for him when it came to that. With a playful glint in her eye, she teased, "So, Bowen, how many girls did it take for you to get this good?"
Aubree kneaded the fabric over his chest, with the air of someone about to say, "Let's have a little chat about your ex-girlfriends."
Bowen said with a smirk, "Well, when I get to practice with a certain little minx every night in my dreams, it's only natural I've become this good."
His words were laced with innuendo, and Aubree's ears turned red. She shot back playfully, "Compared to you, no one deserves the title of 'minx' more."
Bowen smirked, "So, has this minx hooked you?"
Finally, Aubree, her legs wobbly and face flushed, staggered into the bathroom for a shower. Drenched in sweat, she couldn't stand it any longer.
Aubree thought, 'Back during military training at Rithol University, four of us had to share a single bathroom in the dorm, always scrambling for a turn in the shower. Now, soaking in this luxurious bathroom, I must have been a little crazy about leaving a mansion to squeeze into a dorm. But then again, students had to stay in the dorms during training even day, so it didn't make a difference.'
After her shower, Aubree came downstairs to find the dining table already laden with a feast. On the first day she and Bowen got together, Bowen had made it known to everyone. Carol and Hugh had prepared lunch and then discreetly left the main residence, giving the young couple some privacy.
"Mmm, it smells so good! Carol made all my favorites," Aubree said as she walked over in a spaghetti-strap sundress.
Bowen said, "Carol knew you were coming today, so she went out at dawn to get the freshest ingredients for you."
Bowen added, "There's also some pre-cut fruit in the fridge. Let's eat first, then have some after the meal."
Aubree savored every bite of the meal. Compared to the bland cafeteria food at school, Carol's cooking was simply out of the world. After finishing lunch, she flopped onto the sofa and called Birgitte.
Bowen took the fruit he'd chilled earlier from the fridge, settled beside Aubree, and began feeding her with a fork.
Aubree said, "Yeah, I've gone through all the reports you sent me. Not bad. Pretty much what I expected."
To put it simply, GrabCheap's business model was volume-driven. Right now, it was still in the early stages, just building market awareness and testing the waters. Operations were still small-scale, so expecting big profits now would be premature.
However, when Birgitte compared her project to Aubree's previous investments—even those two game studios Aubree had casually thrown money at were already turning better profits than hers—she couldn't help but feel discouraged and blame herself.
Birgitte asked hesitantly, "Ms. Miller, am I still falling short somewhere?"
Aubree smiled and said, "I gave you the project because I have full confidence in you. Don't be so quick to doubt yourself. The profits will come later, and I'm sure it will grow into an e-commerce platform that can rival even the Turner Group."
Bowen raised an eyebrow as he fed Aubree another piece of fruit. 'Was she saying that right before me, the CEO of Turner Group?' thought Bowen.
"Just keep doing what you're doing," Aubree said. "I've reviewed everything. No issues. I'll fly to Südlichen Strand during the National Day holidays." With Turner Group's support, GrabCheap was developing even faster than she'd anticipated. One month was enough for it to make its mark in the market.
Bowen asked, "So... You're heading to Südlichen Strand during the National Day holidays?"
"Yes. If the project goes well, that'll be the time to kick off the next phase. I'll need to be there," Aubree said, avoiding Bowen's gaze with a pang of guilt. If she went to Südlichen Strand, it meant he'd have to spend the National Day holidays alone.
Aubree thought, 'With school and company work eating up all my time, I barely have any left to actually be Bowen's girlfriend. Honestly, it's pathetic how little I can spare.
Luckily, since Bowen is a boss himself, he totally understands me.'
"Mm-hmm," Bowen replied, saying nothing more.
Aubree flopped onto the sofa, cradling a bowl of fruit. Bowen gently pulled her legs onto his lap and began to massage her calves.
Aubree grabbed the remote and started flipping through the channels. "Huh? Since when do they broadcast League of Legends matches on TV?"
Ever since Aubree acquired Apex Squad, she'd barely managed the club. After the SATs, Alvin retired from the team, making way for a new rookie to take his place.
Bowen explained, "After the Olympics, League of Legends tournaments will be broadcast on TV. It's a form of indirect support for the growth of esports."
So it was last night's match.
Realizing it was her own club's match, Aubree lingered a while longer to watch.
As Aubree kept watching, she sensed something was off. "Did Matilda just mess up the BP?"
Bowen didn't understand the game's intricacies, but he glanced up at the screen. While the match strategies eluded him, reading people was his forte. Even through the broadcast, he could tell Matilda's expression was off.
"Bree," Bowen asked, "has your friend Matilda been acting strangely lately?"
"Strange? Not really. She was there when we checked our SAT scores last time. Oh, right, she actually decided to skip the SAT entirely. But honestly, that's not all that surprising for her. Matilda never has much talent for academics. She signed with the club ages ago and went straight to work with the team right after graduation."
On screen, Apex Squad quickly lost ground.
Aubree frowned. "Apex Squad is going to lose this match."
Alvin's departure for college was anticipated well in advance, and his replacement had plenty of time to integrate with the team. Their in-game performance wasn't an issue. The real problem was in the selection of personnel and BP.