Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 165

This was good enough. Being able to sleep in the same room with her for one night was already more than he could have hoped for. Stella was even sleeping on the sofa for his sake. What had he ever done to deserve such kindness? He had to find a way to make it up to her.

Back on the soft sofa, Marguerite glanced one more time at the man on the bed. He was still perfectly quiet. The knot of anxiety in her chest finally loosened. This sofa really was comfortable. Tomorrow, she would ask him where he bought it and get one for her own room.

The radiant girl turned over, closed her eyes, and drifted back to sleep.

A pair of deep, obsidian eyes remained fixed on her, unblinking. He watched until he was sure she was sound asleep. Then, the tall, long-limbed man quietly got out of bed, slipped out of the room, and went to the third-floor bathroom to take a cold shower.

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The next day, Marguerite woke up a bit late. The curtains, which had been open last night, were now drawn tightly, blocking out every bit of sunlight. A glance at her phone told her it was past ten o’clock again.

Marguerite sat up on the sofa and looked toward the bed. It was empty. The white linens were neatly made, without a single wrinkle. The maid must have come in to clean the room this morning.

Did that mean they saw her sleeping in George’s room?

Well, it didn’t matter. She was sleeping on the sofa, after all. That should be enough to show that their relationship was perfectly innocent. And she really was a good person. She had resisted such a powerful temptation last night; she deserved to reward herself with a good novel tonight. With no academic pressure lately, she hadn’t read any.

It was Lindsay who had first introduced her to that world, always eager to share her latest finds. At first, Marguerite had been hesitant, but she had quickly become a convert.

The thought of Lindsay brought a faint sadness to Marguerite’s eyes. She used to have so many friends. But after her family’s trouble, her circle had shrunk. Later, she had poured most of her energy into her studies and her younger brothers, leaving little time to maintain friendships. Over time, even more friends had drifted away.

But Lindsay had always been a close friend. They went to different schools—Lindsay attended a prestigious private academy—but she would often come to visit. They had a fight after the exams and hadn’t spoken for a while. Then came her car accident, and suddenly, eleven years had passed.

Not long after they finished eating, Theobald sent a message saying he was at the gate. Just as she was about to leave, George suddenly called out to her. “Marguerite.”

The girl, who had casually tied her hair into a ponytail, turned back, the ends of her hair swinging lightly. “What is it?”

George looked at her through his silver-rimmed glasses, his voice refined and pleasant. “If you have nothing to do during the day, you’re welcome to stay here at the house.”

Back when they were arranging the rental, Theobald had insisted she not stay at the villa during the day. But that was completely unnecessary.

The butler’s lips curved into a smile. The master was finally taking the initiative to ask Ms. Lopez to stay. Given his injuries, surely Ms. Lopez would agree.

But Marguerite just smiled. “Got it. I’m busy today, though. See ya!”