Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 190

The words hung in the air, and Marguerite froze as if struck by lightning.

Stupid mouth! What have I ever done to you? I feed you the best food, and this is how you repay me? With constant betrayal?

She had meant to say landlord. How could her brain mix up two words that were worlds apart? It had to be because Lindsay had just mentioned the word “husband,” and a full day of school had short-circuited her brain.

The air grew thick with silence.

Lindsay’s eyes were so wide they looked like they might pop out. She had seen a lot in her life, but this was a first. Marguerite tells her to be quiet, then blurts out something like that?

George’s gaze was fixed on Marguerite’s face, a flicker of stunned disbelief in his deep eyes. What? What did Stella just say?

Marguerite’s mind raced. Shoving her hands into the pockets of her school uniform, she feigned composure. “Dare complete, Lindsay.”

Lindsay, having known Marguerite for years, caught on instantly despite their long separation. She burst out laughing and gave Marguerite a thumbs-up. “Nice one, Maggie! You win this round.”

Her heart pounding, Marguerite couldn’t bring herself to look George in the eye. She tilted her head up, her gaze landing on his Adam’s apple. “Sorry, we were just playing a game. We didn’t startle you, did we?”

Stupid mouth, you don’t get a late-night snack tonight!

The light in George’s eyes dimmed. He pushed his glasses up with one finger, his expression turning serious. “A little.”

She was an eighteen-year-old girl. Did she even understand what the word “husband” meant? How could she joke about something like that? If she introduced him that way for a game today, she could do the same with someone else tomorrow. It was a word he didn't even dare to dream of hearing from her, and he didn't want her to say it so carelessly.

Looking down at her, his gaze softened. “I suppose I’m what the internet calls a ‘killjoy,’” he said, his voice gentle. “I shouldn’t have been so serious. You don’t need to apologize. It’s my fault.”

Lindsay looked surprised. “Mr. Spencer, you go on the internet?”

George: “…”

George: “I’m not a caveman.”

Lindsay gave an awkward laugh. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant, you’re so busy, how do you find the time?”