Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 153

He’d ask him when he had the chance. His left hand grazed the cool, black prayer beads on his right wrist.

Theobald typed: [What show? I'll check it out.]

Marguerite rolled her eyes.

She replied: [It's a show only for cool girls. Not for you. You are dismissed!]

Northpine Wraith: [???]

She also had a message from Aaron.

[How's Mr. Spencer? It's going to hurt a lot when the anesthetic wears off.]

Reading that, Marguerite frowned. That was true. Would George be in too much pain to sleep tonight?

She typed a reply to Aaron: [He's doing okay. Don't worry.]

Aaron, also awake, replied instantly: [Sigh, it's all my fault. If I hadn't insisted on apologizing, Mr. Spencer would never have gotten hurt!]

The kid was spiraling into a late-night guilt trip.

Marguerite typed: [Don't overthink it. Life is full of ups and downs. When you're feeling down, just think about good food!]

The man sat down, his posture perfect, accentuating the lean line of his waist. Marguerite stood behind him, holding the hairdryer, but her eyes kept drifting uncontrollably toward the collar of his shirt. Her cheeky eyes, it seemed, had a mind of their own.

Warm air blew over his head as the girl's soft fingers ran through his hair. George's body went completely rigid. The heat that had just subsided came rushing back. He had wanted to refuse, but he couldn't.

He subtly adjusted his posture and tilted his head slightly. In the reflection of the glass balcony doors, he could see the girl staring at his collar.

A thrill shot through him. He was sure of it now. Stella was genuinely interested in his body.

A rush of adrenaline, born from pure pleasure, surged through him, and he blurted out, "Marguerite, do you want to touch it?"

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