Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 71

But Marguerite could hear the lie in his voice. He hadn't been doing well at all. Reliving past pain was like tearing open an old wound; it would only hurt again. She decided not to press him for details right away.

“Look at you, all grown up into a handsome young man,” she said, changing the subject. “Though, that hairstyle isn’t doing you any favors. I’ll take you for a haircut later, and then we’ll have Theobald pick us up for dinner.”

“Theobald has been looking for you all these years. He blames himself. He’ll be so happy to know you’re safe.”

A flicker of avoidance crossed Aaron’s face, but he nodded. “Okay.”

“It’s ready!” Yellow announced, returning with three drinks like an enthusiastic waiter.

Aaron took one, stuck a straw in it, and handed it to Marguerite. “Here.” Then he prepared another one before taking his own.

“This is delicious! I’ve never had bubble tea this good before. It must be because the angel sister paid for it!” Yellow gushed.

“You’ve had your tea, now go home,” Aaron said, looking at Yellow. “My sister and I have things to do.”

Though he couldn't see Aaron's eyes, Yellow felt a sudden pressure. This was his boss when he was serious. He swallowed his mouthful of tea and smiled at Marguerite. “Okay, angel sister, I’m leaving!”

He left reluctantly, looking back every few steps. Aaron stood up and gave him a kick in the rear. Yellow just scratched his butt and ran off with a goofy grin.

Marguerite saw that this was just how they interacted and didn't say anything.

“Are you hungry? Let’s get some food.” It was noon, time for lunch.

Aaron picked up his tea. “Okay. I need to use the restroom first. Wait for me here.”

Marguerite nodded and took out her phone, sending a message to Theobald.

[Found Aaron. Pick us up for dinner after work.]

Theobald was in his office reviewing documents when the message arrived. He glanced at it, and his usual cold expression was replaced by shock and elation.

Obeying Marguerite was as natural as breathing. Theobald stopped in his tracks. “Okay. Send me the address later, and I’ll pick you up.”

He had a million questions, but he swallowed them. They could talk tonight.

Watching Theobald return to his desk at a single word from Marguerite, Anna smiled. “Mr. Scott, I’ll make a reservation for tonight. What kind of food should I book?”

Theobald’s happiness was unconcealed, his left hand fiddling restlessly with the prayer beads on his right wrist. “Find somewhere quiet.”

Even with Aaron back, Marguerite was the priority. He was sure Aaron would feel the same.

Because of this, the afternoon seemed to drag on forever.

His phone buzzed again. He picked it up, noting that only forty minutes had passed since Marguerite’s last message. He frowned, unlocked the phone, and saw a new text from her.

[He's gone! Aaron actually ran off!]