Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 54

“Is it okay to put these here?” George asked, placing the shopping bags in Marguerite’s room.

Marguerite’s eyes curved into crescents. “Yes, that’s perfect. Thanks for bringing them up for me!” She had remembered his injured hand and offered to carry them herself, but George had insisted it was fine.

What a kind, chivalrous man, she thought with genuine appreciation.

The small gift bag was still dangling from his long fingers. “Go on, open it,” she prompted.

George’s deep gaze lingered on her face for a moment before his well-defined fingers retrieved a small box from the bag. He opened it to reveal a gold bracelet designed to look like a stalk of bamboo. A pair of delicate bamboo leaves adorned the elegant, matte-gold segments.

“So? I have good taste, right? Bamboo has a great meaning—continuous growth and success!” Marguerite said, her eyes sparkling. She was smiling, but as he opened the box, a flicker of anxiety had fluttered in her chest. Mr. Spencer’s watches were worth millions; this gold bracelet cost only a few thousand. And men didn’t typically wear gold jewelry. Theobald had sincerely suggested a gold bull statue at the jewelry store, but Marguerite had found it too tacky.

His earlier declaration that he “loved it” was probably just polite. Now, she watched his eyes, trying to gauge his true reaction.

She saw the cool depths of his eyes slowly melt into a smile, his gaze shimmering with a beautiful light. He looked up, and the small, tea-colored mole by his nose seemed to come alive with his smile.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice smooth and deliberate. “I love it.”

He really, really loved it.

A weight lifted from Marguerite’s shoulders. “I’m glad! I wasn’t sure what you liked, but I love gold, so I got you something gold, too. Look, I’m wearing one myself.” She pulled the little gold puppy pendant out from under her shirt for him to see. It was a gift from Theobald.

George clutched the bracelet, the cool metal a comforting weight in his palm. His gaze fell on the gold puppy in her hand, and something shifted in his eyes. He wished he could be that puppy, so he could always be by her side.

The girl’s neck was slender and delicate, the yellow gold chain a stunning contrast against her fair, almost translucent skin.

“It looks beautiful on you,” George complimented her warmly, pushing his glasses up to hide the obsessive desire swirling in his eyes.

As soon as he left Marguerite’s room, he took off his watch and fastened the bracelet around his wrist. He held his arm up, admiring it in the light. He was like a child who had just received a long-awaited toy, his body trembling with uncontrollable excitement.

“You poor thing, waiting in the car for me all this time,” he murmured, kissing her forehead and then moving lower. Hannah had finally made the wise choice to get back together with him. He had been busy with work, but she had come to the set to find him today.

Hannah’s face flushed, and she ducked her head. “Joshua, there are other people in the car!”

Their two assistants exchanged a look and simultaneously exited the vehicle.

The door of the trailer closed, leaving them alone. The temperature inside began to rise. As they embraced, sparks flying, Hannah whispered against his shoulder, “Let’s go back to the hotel, Joshua. There are people walking around outside.”

Joshua murmured in her ear, “Isn’t that what makes it exciting? Besides, I’ve been saving myself for you all this time. Don’t you want to feel it?”

They hadn’t seen each other in months, and Hannah’s heart soared at his words. Joshua really did love her. He was a notorious playboy, after all. For him to have waited for her for months was truly something special.

She had always known that Joshua was a better catch than Theobald.