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.

“Absolutely, I always relish a festive

What’s this fellow

the stairs

pulling out a

as well have been sitting on

as George was about to pass it to

any specific cravings. I’ll just order according to your taste.” Yves held the menu,

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lesson, detailing the specifics of how the foie gras should be prepared, and what sauce to

what sauce to

exchanges was the repeated use of

please pay him no mind.

George replied, “Understood.”

this individual is undoubtedly here to stir up

Yves shut the menu, spotted the fresh red rose gracing the table

as he carefully plucked the thorns from the rose, gently lifted Isabelle’s hair near her ear,

his hand, beaming at Isabelle with a radiant expression, his smile seeming to emanate from the depths of

devoted admirer, completely captivated by

the flower into Yves‘ hair. Half of his meticulously styled locks were mercilessly penetrated by the rose.

his hair greatly, forbidding anyone from touching it, particularly since he had dedicated

anyone else, even Jim, Yves would have engaged in an argument, but this person

not only unfazed but also immensely joyful and honoured, bestowing upon Isabelle a radiant smile. Thank you, Sweetheart.”

the Dilin Group, the leader of

this fellow rather

a few rows apart. She caught him staring

eye contact, he gradually relaxed his expression, regulated his breathing, and then

Isabelle’s gaze towards himself. “Sweetheart, don’t pay him any mind. Focus on me. What makes him so special?”