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.

I always relish a festive

What’s this fellow plotting!

stairs to the private room.

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

they might as well have been sitting on the same chair.

with the menu, and just as George was about to pass it to Isabelle, the menu wound

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

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be prepared, and what sauce to accompany it, mentioning that his sweetheart

steak–how it should be cooked, what sauce to pair with it, flipping through

exchanges was the repeated use

please pay him no mind. That’s simply

George replied, “Understood.”

pondered, Oh no, this individual is

spotted the fresh red rose gracing the

rose, gently lifted Isabelle’s hair near her

hand, beaming at Isabelle with a radiant expression, his smile seeming

completely

plucked the rose from her ear, raised her hand, and resolutely inserted the flower into Yves‘ hair. Half of his

forbidding anyone from touching it, particularly since he had dedicated over thirty minutes to

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

unfazed but also immensely joyful and honoured, bestowing upon Isabelle

Group, the leader of 791, was

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 grinding his

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

himself. “Sweetheart, don’t pay him any mind. Focus on me. What makes him so