Chapter 255
Aubree sat for the math exam in the afternoon, followed by science and Odionlandian. Aside from Odionlandian, which remained her weakest subject, the rest were a breeze for Aubree. She finished early and left the exam room ahead of time each day.
After the first morning, Aubree did not see the Wilson family again. True to his word, Bowen was there after every exam, waiting outside the building with a bouquet of flowers to congratulate her on completing each subject.
Unbeknownst to Aubree, Bowen had been even busier than the exam-takers these past two days. After Bowen dropped Alvin off at the exam venue, he would rush over to pick Aubree up, and after that, he would hurry back to fetch Alvin–shuttling back and forth between the two like a full-time chauffeur.
Even Ethan and Samson, who followed him around every day, could not help but grumble–these past two days, Bowen had practically turned himself into a full-time chauffeur for Alvin and Aubree.
But truth be told, Bowen did not mind at all–in fact, he was thoroughly enjoying every moment of it.
With the last exam behind her, Aubree allowed herself to finally unwind. Bowen said he would pick Aubree up after the final paper to celebrate the end of the grueling SAT–for both Alvin and her.
But never in her wildest dreams did Aubree expect Bowen to take her to the Turner family residence.
The moment Aubree stepped out of the car and laid eyes on the sprawling estate before her–a classic manor so vast that people drove around within its grounds–her eyes widened in shock. ‘Is this for real?’ she thought.
“My father wants you to come over for dinner. He hasn’t seen you since Christmas, so he misses you,” Bowen said.
Aubree was both flattered and a little overwhelmed–she never expected someone of Enrique’s stature would actually remember her. “I just hope I’m not being a bother,” she said modestly.
“Nonsense, Aubree! My own son and grandson are always missing in action–they can’t be bothered to spend time with an old man like me. You’re the only one who still gives me the time of day.”
Enrique beamed, his eyes crinkling with delight as he came out to greet them. Taking Aubree by the hand, he ushered her inside. “The housekeeper’s cooked up a feast–we’ve all been waiting for you two to get back!”
Dinner went smoothly, with Enrique in particularly high spirits that evening. He opened a bottle of wine and had Alvin and Bowen join him for quite a few drinks.
“Dad, you’re drunk. Let me help you upstairs to rest,” Bowen offered, reaching out to support him.
However, Enrique swatted his hand away dismissively. “You’ve had just as much to drink–don’t go dropping me now. Aubree, dear, come give me your arm instead.”
“Of course,” Aubree replied sweetly, nodding obediently.
With a resigned smile, Bowen gave up trying to help and turned to Alvin instead. “Come on, let’s take a walk and have a little chat.”
As the youngest member in the family, Alvin had no say whatsoever.
Instead of having Aubree accompany him to his room, Enrique led her to the study. He chatted with her about her future plans, casually steering the conversation. Then, with a faint smile, he took out a stack of photos from the drawer.
“What are these?” Aubree asked.
“I spend my days at home with nothing to do but fish, play chess, and drink coffee. Meanwhile, I watch enviously as all my friends show off their adorable grandkids. Then I look at my own, and all I’ve got is Alvin, who has such a bad temper I can’t even bring him out.
“That’s why I’ve been asking around, hoping to find a good match for Bowen–so I can finally have an adorable grandchild to show off to my friends.”
Aubree, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly perked up. Her eyes lit with interest–the memory of Bowen drunkenly kissing her in Shiyvania and denying it afterward was still fresh in her mind.
As Enrique spoke, he watched Aubree’s expression closely. Seeing her eager reaction, he grinned and slid the photos in front of her. “Since you’re here today, come help me pick one out."