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.

Seeing his stern expression, Marguerite's heart sank. This was the first time she had ever seen him look so serious. Even the small, tea-colored mole by his nose seemed to radiate danger.

The vibrant girl in the school uniform bit her lip, her brow furrowed. She had been too relaxed lately. Lindsay was someone she trusted completely, and George had told her she didn't have to hide her true self As a result, she had started speaking without thinking. She, who was always so rational, had become so careless.

Living in the bubble of the villa with George, she had forgotten that he wasn't just anyone. He was at the pinnacle of Northpine society. His gentle demeanor was just a facade; his true nature was unapproachable.

Now, George was clearly uncomfortable. He didn't appreciate that kind of joke. She had truly crossed a line.

"I'm really sorry," Marguerite said, looking up into his eyes with genuine remorse.

Sensing the shift in atmosphere, Lindsay quickly tried to smooth things over. "Come

on, Mr. Spencer has a big heart. I'm sure he won't hold it against us."

The girl looked up at him, her

apology sincère, the moonlight

'n'

casting a misty sheen over her eyes. George's brow twitched. He was instantly filled with regret. It was just a game between friends Why had he been so serious? He had ruined the mood.

Looking down at her, his gaze softened. "I suppose I'm what the internet calls a 'killjoy," he said, his voice gentle, shouldn't have been so serious. You dont 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?"