Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 167

The knock was soft, just two taps.

Knock. Knock.

But it was enough to make Marguerite nearly roll off the bed in fright. She didn’t need to guess who was knocking on her door at this hour. There was no one else in the villa.

A cold sweat broke out on her back. She had the distinct feeling of being caught red-handed. “Who can relate? My heart is pounding like crazy, even more than when a teacher catches you eating snacks in class!”

She fumbled to turn off her phone, slipped on her slippers, and walked to the door. George had never knocked on her door at night before. What could it be?

Her fair hand turned the doorknob and opened the door. The tall, long-limbed man had clearly just showered. He was wearing another set of gray pajamas, the collar slightly open, giving him a look that was both ascetic and alluring. His two elegant collarbones were pale and sensual. Even a master chef couldn’t carve out collarbones that perfect.

Marguerite’s face was already warm, and now it felt even hotter. “Is something wrong?”

George looked at the girl before him, her skin like jade and her bones like ice, and held out the item in his hand. “This is for you.” He had planned to give it to her on the sofa downstairs, but she never came down.

Marguerite was puzzled. “Huh? Why are you giving me a gift?”

A gentle smile touched his lips. “To thank you for watching over me last night.” His voice was sincere and pleasant.

Marguerite’s toes curled in embarrassment. He had been perfectly fine last night. She hadn’t helped at all; in fact, she had probably been more of a nuisance. She really didn’t deserve this.

Just as she was about to refuse, George added, “You gave me a gift last time. It’s only right to return the favor.”

He was much taller than her, and they were standing quite close. Marguerite had to tilt her chin up to look at him. His jawline was sharp, his nose high and straight. She suddenly recalled a line from the novel she was just reading, about how the male lead’s high-bridged nose was perfect for the female lead to rub her face against.

By the time she realized what she was thinking, it was too late. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She quickly took the gift. “Okay, I’ll accept it then. Thank you.”

“If there’s nothing else, I’m going to bed. You should get some rest too.”

With that, she turned, went inside, and closed the door.

George’s handsome brow furrowed slightly. She seemed particularly eager to get rid of him tonight. Had something happened? Was she in a bad mood? Was it because of Joshua, or something else?

His eyes darkened as he spoke to the closed door. “Good night.”

When George received the message, the gloom that had settled over him lifted slightly. As long as his gift made her happy, that was all that mattered. Hopefully, it would dispel whatever bad mood she was in. His bodyguard had told him that Joshua had tried to give her flowers at the hospital today, but Theobald had thrown them away, and Joshua had left. Was she upset because Joshua hadn’t tried harder to win her over?

He had been struggling to find a unique gift for her, something she could always carry with her. But now he realized that her happiness was the most important thing. A princess should have a castle.

His well-defined fingers typed a reply: [I’m glad you like it.]

Although Marguerite had few friends on WhatsApp, she quickly received likes and comments. She clicked to see.

Aaron: Maggie, I’ll come guard the gate for you.

Cedric (The chubby kid from Pinecrest High): Thank you, my lady, for opening this humble servant’s eyes!

Anna: All hail the princess.

Nancy (Theobald’s secretary): My tired eyes just snapped wide open!