Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 107

The night deepened, and the vast villa, occupied by only two people, was so quiet you could hear each other breathe.

The man’s voice was magnetic and soft, flowing over Marguerite’s ears like gentle water and seeping into her heart. Her long, curled lashes fluttered twice. She raised the glass and took a sip of the red wine, its rich flavor spreading down her throat.

A few seconds later, a smile touched her lips. “I’m not not okay.”

She was just sad. Sad that such a thing could happen to Aaron, sad for what Jenny had endured, and sad for all the families still living through that same despair.

“It’s alright to show that you’re sad, too,” George said.

Marguerite’s eyes widened slightly. “Are you a mind reader?” How did he know exactly what she was thinking?

George’s long fingers adjusted his glasses. “It’s not hard to guess. Everyone has feelings. Anyone in your situation would be sad.”

“You can show your emotions. At least, you can do that in front of me.” As he said the last words, George’s heart hammered in his chest, and his palms grew inexplicably damp.

Marguerite had never been a drinker. She knew alcohol could cloud the mind, and she hated the feeling of losing control. But tonight, she let herself indulge. And because she had no tolerance, one sip was enough to make her head spin.

The man’s words wrapped around her, buzzing like an electric current until the tips of her ears tingled. She took another sip and blinked. “Is that so?”

George gazed at the girl before him, a storm of emotion churning in his eyes. But the question was, in what capacity could he make her feel safe enough to let go?

“You’re right!” the girl suddenly answered her own question, nodding her small head.

George’s heart leaped, his breath catching in his throat. Did she see him as a friend now?

“We’re rivals,” she declared. “Why would I need to keep up appearances with you?”

George’s slight smile froze on his face for a moment before returning. “Right,” he said softly. The destination was the same, even if the path was different.