Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 56

The next day was another bright, sunny morning. As soon as Marguerite woke up and finished her morning routine, she bounded down the stairs. These days, she went to bed every night looking forward to what she would have for breakfast the next morning.

It was just like when her parents were still alive. They had been deeply in love, and no matter how busy her dad was with work, he would always make breakfast for the family before heading to the office. Back then, she had also fallen asleep each night filled with anticipation.

As she descended the stairs, the rich aroma of meat filled the air. Her mouth watered, and she ran to the kitchen. There, she saw the broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted man standing at the stove, once again wearing an apron. The black apron always seemed to accentuate his lean, incredibly sexy waist.

Marguerite averted her eyes. She peeked over his shoulder at the pot. “Mr. Spencer, what are we having today?”

“Beef soup,” George replied gently, looking down at her bright, lovely face.

The butler, standing at the doorway, smiled at the scene. They looked just like a loving married couple.

Marguerite glanced at the simmering beef bone broth in the pot and the tender, delicious-looking beef on the side. She turned to the butler and gave him a thumbs-up. “Butler, you must have made the broth and cooked the beef again, right? You’re amazing! It’s a shame you’re not a professional chef!”

The butler’s eye twitched. “Not a shame at all,” he said, not bothering to be modest. He didn’t know the first thing about cooking.

“Go wait outside,” George said, skillfully adding the rice noodles to the broth.

As he lifted his hand, Marguerite noticed the gold bamboo bracelet she had given him on his wrist. The gold stood out against his pale skin, the bamboo segments accentuating the elegant lines of his wrist. It looked both refined and luxurious.

Marguerite was slightly shocked. She hadn’t expected him to wear it, let alone for it to suit him so perfectly.

I have great taste, she thought with a small surge of pride.

Two steaming bowls of beef soup, garnished with chopped scallions, were brought to the table. Marguerite took a slurp and was blown away. “This is so good, I wouldn’t trade it for anything!”

George smiled, his gentle, scholarly gaze fixed on her face. “That’s quite a review.”

Marguerite’s eyes crinkled in a smile. “You’ve been scrolling TikTok too, I see! By the way, I’m going to Pinecrest High to watch a basketball game today. Do you remember we had a friendly game during our senior year?”

When two students were neck and neck, every extra practice problem was a chance to gain an edge. Her old rival thought just like her.

“Alright, I’m done. I’m heading out. I want to get there early to get a good seat!” Marguerite put her bowl in the kitchen and waved goodbye to George and the butler.

George stood up, slowly wiping his mouth with a napkin. He said, his tone tentative, “I’ll go with you. I have the day off, and it’s been a while since I’ve been back to Pinecrest.”

“Sure!” Marguerite was delighted. “I didn’t ask Theobald to pick me up today, so I can just ride with you.” Otherwise, she would have had to take a cab. She had developed a slight aversion to driving alone since the accident.

Not being rejected, a flicker of excitement, almost imperceptible, shone in George’s eyes. “I’ll just go upstairs and change.”

In his bedroom, George took off his glasses and placed them on the table, his glass-like eyes deep and cold. He removed his white shirt, revealing a well-defined abdomen crisscrossed with several jagged scars on his pale skin. With one hand, he pulled a new outfit from the closet; with the other, he typed a message on his phone.

[Check Joshua’s schedule for today.]