Chapter 17777
A minute later, the yellow sports car returned. Joshua got out, picked up the snack from the ground, and drove off again.
Back in the living room, Marguerite, having been out in the wind for a while, let out a sneeze. She rubbed her nose. “I’m going to go take a shower.” Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on
“Louis made a delicate, sweet soup tonight. Would you like some?” George asked as he closed the umbrella. The shoulders of his white suit were damp from the rain.
“Yes, yes! I’ll be down as soon as I’m done with my shower,” Marguerite said. She used to always have something to eat after her evening study sessions back in the day. She couldn’t go to sleep right away; she still had more problems to solve and needed to refuel.
She trudged upstairs with her backpack.
The warm water cascading over her head felt wonderfully soothing. But she still sighed. George had witnessed yet another one of her embarrassing moments. When had he opened the gate? And why hadn’t he said anything? The rain had been too loud for her to hear the gate open. And how did he know she was back? Oh, right. That lunatic Joshua must have been shouting so loud that George heard him.
Marguerite’s fair toes curled on the bathroom floor. If she had committed a crime, she would rather be arrested by the police than be humiliated like this.
She quickly showered, changed into her pajamas, and half-dried her hair. When she came out of the bathroom, she noticed a new green sofa in her bedroom. She had mentioned to George yesterday that she liked the one in his room and wanted to buy one for herself. He had offered to get it for her. She hadn’t expected it to arrive so quickly. And it was her favorite color, green.
There was also a new desk in the room, complete with pens, paper, and a tablet. He was so thoughtful, so incredibly thoughtful.
Marguerite went downstairs. The
sweet soup was already on the dining table, along with a plate of cut fruit garnished with washed Blueberries and cherries.
She sat down, popped a blueberry into her mouth, and said, “How much was the sofa, desk, and tablet? I’ll transfer you the money p>
The girl had just showered, and her porcelain skin had a pinkish glow. She looked stunningly beautiful.
George’s elegant, pale throat bobbed. “Don’t worry about it. Just use them.
Consider it me adding some furniture to the house p>
Marguerite’s peach-blossom eyes crinkled at the corners. “With a landlord like you I’d be willing to get first place in the city on every exams,
A soft chuckle escaped the man’s throat, a sound that lingered in the air, strangely alluring. Marguerite felt a tingle in her ears. Looking at the impossibly handsome and refined man before her, she couldn’t help but think how happy she had been living with him. He had good habits, respected boundaries, and was emotionally stable. And around him she didn’t have to worry about maintaining any kind of image. Not that she had one left to maintain.
“George, you’re a really good person,” Marguerite said sincerely.
George looked at her, adjusting his glasses with one finger. “I might not be as good as you think,” he said slowly.
Marguerite shook her head as she took a sip of the sweet soup. “No, my eyes are my ruler. I can see clearly who’s good and who’s not p>
Her words made George frown. The question slipped out before he could stop it. “Then why did you like Joshua so much p>