Resurrecting the Genius Within

Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 221 My Sweetheart

After a brief period of silence, Isabelle cast a glance in Yves‘ direction and observed him sulking with an expression of discontent.

She instructed, “Remain silent.”

Yves, displaying defiance, replied, “With you by my side, why would I need a bodyguard?”

Isabelle told herself, I regret posing the question.

She guided Yves to the predetermined hotel for their evening meal.

Upon exiting the car and stepping into the lobby, as they progressed toward the elevator, they noticed George and his group entering through a separate entrance.

Kaeli exclaimed, “Miss Jenkins, what a surprise to encounter you here.”

Dylan lightly tapped his nose, trying to hide his embarrassment. I have to confess, Mr. George’s aunt’s acting skills are quite remarkable.

It proved to be quite a challenge for all those engaged in the preparations for Mr. George’s wedding.

Yves fixed his stare on the determined George and interrogated Isabelle with an icy tone, “Do you believe this coincidence?”

Isabelle stated firmly, “This is the most luxurious hotel in Taragon City.”

Yves cautioned, “Don’t defend him, Sweetheart.”

Isabelle expressed concern, “I fear you’ll torment yourself over this!”

As George and his aunt drew near, Kaeli warmly proposed to Isabelle, “George has arranged a private room for me. Since we’re all present, why don’t you join us?”

Isabelle sought Yves‘ perspective.

concurred, “Absolutely, I always relish a festive

this

group ascended the stairs to the

seat here,” Yves offered, pulling out a chair for Isabelle and then

so close, they might as well have been sitting

as George was about to pass it to Isabelle, the menu

don’t have any specific cravings. I’ll just order according

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the specifics of how the foie gras should be prepared, and what sauce to accompany it, mentioning that his sweetheart

be cooked, what sauce to pair with it, flipping through another menu

George could discern amidst the exchanges was the repeated

pay him no mind. That’s simply his manner.

George replied, “Understood.”

no, this individual is undoubtedly

the table before them, and

on him as he carefully plucked the thorns from the rose, gently lifted Isabelle’s hair near her ear, and secured the rose behind her ear, remarking, “Flowers

beaming at Isabelle with a radiant expression, his smile seeming

admirer, completely

the flower into Yves‘ hair.

particularly since he had dedicated

even Jim, Yves would have engaged in an argument,

only unfazed but also immensely joyful and honoured, bestowing upon Isabelle a

was astonished. The chairman of the Dilin Group,

this fellow rather cringe–worthy.

a glance at George, seated a few rows apart. She caught him staring at her, his expression composed but his jaw tight, possibly

gradually relaxed his expression, regulated his breathing, and then

Isabelle’s gaze towards himself. “Sweetheart, don’t pay him any mind.