Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 161

The morning had been sunny, but by afternoon, the sky had turned overcast. Now, dark clouds gathered, promising rain. The air was thick and heavy.

The private doctor, a slightly older man, finished his long explanation. Marguerite’s brow furrowed, and she pointed at herself. “Huh? Me?”

Seeing the beautiful girl’s surprised expression, George adjusted his silver-framed glasses and corrected the doctor. “You’ve misunderstood.”

Misunderstood? The doctor was already shocked that Northpine’s most unattainable bachelor, the ‘Ice Prince’ Mr. Spencer, was in a relationship, especially with a girl who looked so young. But an unmarried man and woman living together—what else was there to misunderstand?

“I have? Then you two are…” The doctor’s mind raced to find a plausible explanation. He looked at George. “A relative’s child? Your niece?”

George was speechless.

Suddenly demoted a generation, Marguerite was not pleased. “No. I’m his tenant. I’m renting a room from him.”

The doctor’s lips twitched. Who would believe that? Did Mr. Spencer really need the rent money?

George had no intention of explaining further and simply dismissed him. “I’m not that fragile. I don’t need a babysitter. You can go home.”

The doctor was paid a handsome salary and his reputation was everything. If he failed to provide top-notch service to Mr. Spencer, his career would be over. He adjusted his toupee and smiled. “In that case, I guess I’ll just have to spend the night with you, Mr. Spencer.”

George stared at him, his face blank. “Don’t be ridiculous. Leave.”

Marguerite sat cross-legged on the sofa. “Is it really that serious?”

The doctor nodded. “We’re worried about a secondary infection. His fever just broke, which means his body is at its weakest. If the virus attacks again tonight, it could be fatal.”

This was genuinely life-threatening, not just the butler’s exaggeration. Marguerite glanced at George. He looked like a beautiful, fragile patient, and it was hard not to feel a pang of sympathy. Her bright eyes were filled with concern.

George met her gaze and chuckled softly. “If I feel worse during the night, I’ll call him myself. It’s fine.”

In the end, the doctor was sent away. George couldn’t tolerate the idea of another man sleeping in his bed, or even in his house.

Whoosh!

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to watch over him. First, she’d never slept in the same room as a boy before. Second, and more importantly, she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to control her own primal urges.

The rain hammered against the window, each drop like a beat against her heart.

In a flash, she shot out of bed. I’ve already seen him in the shower, she reasoned. What’s watching him sleep? If something really happened to him tonight, she would regret it forever tomorrow. Besides, she had trouble sleeping in unfamiliar rooms anyway. She could study while keeping an eye on him. It was a perfect solution.

Her only concern was that George might object, or think she had ulterior motives.

Slipping on her slippers, Marguerite left her room and walked to the door next to hers. She curled her fingers and knocked.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The sudden sound reached George’s ears. He had just finished showering and paused in the middle of getting dressed. It could only be one person. There were only two of them in the villa tonight.

Stella was knocking on his door. She wouldn't… would she?