Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 163

Outside, the rain continued its soft patter, accompanied by the rustle of wind through the leaves.

The man’s voice was deep and pleasant. Carried on the sounds of the wind and rain, it reached Marguerite’s ears like a feather, tickling her. This time, she heard him crystal clear. It wasn’t a hallucination.

Her heart began to pound, and her fingers instinctively dug into the sofa cushions.

Still, she had to be sure. “Huh? What did you say?”

George hadn't been asleep. His eyes had been discreetly fixed on her the entire time. The warm glow of the small lamp had illuminated the top of her head, creating a soft halo around her that was both tender and beautiful. He could see from the reflection in the window that she was studying math problems. Her brow would occasionally furrow in concentration before smoothing out again. Sometimes, her delicate white fingers would trace equations in the air, as if working through the calculations in her mind.

“That’s my Stella,” he thought. She could solve problems without pen or paper, doing all the work in her head.

Back then, he had given his absolute all in every single exam. He had never once held back. To do so would have been a sign of disrespect. He had always competed with his full strength, and when he ultimately lost to her, he accepted it without complaint.

Look at the girl he loved—so brilliant, so exceptional. He was proud of her, so incredibly proud.

Hearing her voice emerge from the darkness, George’s heart leaped into his throat. But unlike the previous night, he didn’t deny it. He spoke slowly and deliberately. “I said, would you like to come sleep in the bed? The sofa can’t be comfortable.”

Marguerite’s eyes gleamed in the darkness. She honestly hadn’t planned on sharing a bed with the handsome man, but he was the one who had invited her.

Still, she refused. A moment’s thought was all it took to understand his intention: he meant for her to take the bed while he slept on the sofa. She couldn’t be that heartless. He was the patient, after all.

“No, no, that’s okay,” she said. “I’m just going to rest for a bit. I probably won’t be able to sleep anyway. Just call me if you need anything.”

A shadow of disappointment fell over George’s eyes. He had been too greedy. Of course Stella wouldn’t sleep in the same bed as him.

Drowsily, her head finally settled on the pillow. The past few nights, she had gotten used to sleeping while hugging the Devon Rex cat plushie Anna had given her. Her hand reached out, searching for it.

That’s when she touched something solid and firm.

“What’s going on?” she thought fuzzily. “Did my plush cat transform?”

The next second, her long, curly eyelashes flew open. What she was touching was definitely not her cat plushie.

As the realization of where she was and what she had done crashed over her, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her breath caught in her throat.

“Oh my God!”