Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 194

Marguerite: “…”

All she could say was, that sounded exactly like Lindsay. Lindsay was her "mentor" when it came to these things, an expert in the field. Still, Marguerite was surprised by her bluntness.

“That’s a crude way to put it, Lindsay.”

Lindsay grinned. “What’s the big deal? I’ve never had any secrets from you.”

Marguerite decided to change the subject, especially with another man in the house. “So, how’s your dancing? I bet you’ve won some awards by now.”

The smile vanished from Lindsay’s face. Her lashes drooped, casting shadows on her cheeks. “I don’t dance anymore. Timothy won’t let me.”

Marguerite frowned. “Why not? How could he do that?”

They had met in dance class, both students of the same renowned teacher. They had sweated together, cried together, and forged a deep friendship in that studio. After her parents died, Marguerite had lost the heart to continue, but Lindsay had kept going. She was incredibly talented.

Lindsay stared at the ceiling. “How could Mrs. Harris make a public spectacle of herself?”

Marguerite sat up, propping herself on her elbows. She looked Lindsay straight in the eye. “Do you still love to dance?”

Do you love it?

No one had ever asked her that. Marrying into the Harris family was a step up for her family; her father had instructed her to obey Timothy in all things. She had tried to keep dancing, but it made Timothy unhappy, which in turn made her father unhappy. Her stepmother had even come to the Harris estate and thrown away all of her dance equipment.

Lindsay forced a smile. “It’s been seven years. I don’t love it anymore.”

No matter what happened, Marguerite always faced it with a smile. She had almost never seen her flustered.

Almost.

Lindsay suddenly remembered what had happened at the gate. Marguerite introducing George as her husband. The way she had frozen for a second after saying it. The flicker of panic in her eyes when George said she had startled him.

They weren't dating. Why would she say something like that?

Her eyes narrowing, Lindsay propped herself up just as Marguerite had done and looked her straight in the eye. “Maggie,” she asked, her voice serious, “are you in love with George?”

According to Marguerite, she had been back for over half a month, living in the same house as him that whole time.