Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 174

The rain was a torrential downpour, as if someone were dumping buckets of water from the sky. It hammered against the umbrella, splashing outward and pooling on the ground.

The man stood at the gate, holding a white umbrella, his tall frame rigid. It was a transparent white umbrella the butler had specifically bought for the house, thinking a young girl like Marguerite would like it. George had chosen it for that reason.

Through the curtain of rain, he saw the girl dressed in her Pinecrest High uniform jacket, her ponytail swaying in the wind and rain. She held a black umbrella, and with it, she walked step by step through the storm toward Joshua. Toward the man she loved.

George had never tried to win a girl over, but even he knew that a man kneeling in the rain, begging for a second chance, was a grand gesture. For a movie star with millions of fans, getting caught doing this would be headline news for days. After something like this, Stella would surely soften.

George’s eyes grew dim, a deep sadness cracking through his composure. He was wearing a formal suit from his video conference with his overseas colleagues earlier, yet he felt a profound chill. It was as if the wind carried needles that pierced through his clothes, his skin, and straight into his heart. The pain made it hard to breathe. The knife wound on his right hand, the one holding the umbrella, still ached sometimes, but he couldn’t feel it now.

The girl’s school uniform dragged him back eleven years. So many times, just like now, he had watched her walk toward Joshua. He had been sad then, but not like this. Back then, the girl had never smiled at him. But recently, like a shameless thief, he had stolen moments with her, stolen so many of her smiles. He had even stolen the chance to live in the same house with her.

But a thief is always a thief, destined to remain in the shadows.

To be honest, he was a little nervous. Marguerite wasn't just anyone; she was used to being adored. She wasn’t one of those needy girls who would come running at the slightest gesture.

But then, holding an umbrella, Marguerite began to walk toward him.

A spark of joy lit up his eyes. He knew she wouldn’t be able to bear it. At the end of the day, he hadn't made any unforgivable mistakes. She had been declared dead; it was only natural for him to move on and date someone else.