Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 178

Louis was an excellent cook. The sweet soup was smooth and delicate, with just the right amount of sugar. The sweet, creamy flavor spread through Marguerite’s mouth. It was so delicious that her peach-blossom eyes couldn’t help but curve upward in pleasure.

But George’s words made her smile freeze. No more happy thoughts.

Of course. Anyone who had seen Joshua’s deranged performance today would suspect she had vision problems.

Seeing the girl’s smile vanish, George’s breath hitched. A wave of regret washed over him. What was he doing? Bad-mouthing Joshua behind his back? Stella would surely see his true, malicious nature now.

Everyone has their own perspective. To him, no one was worse than Joshua. But in Stella’s eyes, that boy had once fearlessly declared his love for her to the world. He had brought her her favorite foods. He had even prepared a grand, million-dollar fireworks display for her. When you like someone, you naturally want to defend them. Would she curse him out?

The silence stretched for two seconds. George frowned, crushing the cherry he had been about to eat. Red juice seeped through his fingers, looking a bit like blood.

“I’m sorry, I—”

“Who said I like Joshua?” Marguerite looked at him, blinking awkwardly.

It was normal for him not to remember her. To be honest, if she had lived a normal life until twenty-nine, she might not have remembered him either. Eleven years is a long time. She would have had a rich life, met countless people, and seen more of the world. Old memories are inevitably buried under new ones. So, George probably didn’t care about her feelings for Joshua one way or another; he didn't have the time. The billionaire tycoon was a busy man.

But since he had witnessed Joshua’s pathetic display today and had casually brought it up, she might as well clear the air.

Marguerite looked at George and said, slowly and seriously, “I don’t. I had a crush on him before, but after I came back, all those feelings were gone.” She phrased it carefully, not wanting to give him the impression that she was fickle with her affections.

After hearing her words, the handsome man’s heart began to race.