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.

always relish a festive gathering.”

What’s this fellow plotting!

the stairs to the private

here,” Yves offered, pulling out a chair for

so close, they might as well have been sitting

just as George was about to pass

just order according

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gras should be prepared, and what sauce

it should be cooked, what sauce to pair with it, flipping through another menu for other dishes

the exchanges was

“Mr. Harris, please pay him no mind. That’s simply his

George replied, “Understood.”

Oh no, this individual is undoubtedly here to stir up

spotted the fresh red rose gracing the table before them, and extended his hand to retrieve the

plucked the thorns from the rose, gently lifted Isabelle’s hair near her ear, and

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

completely captivated by Isabelle.

resolutely inserted the flower into

forbidding anyone from touching it, particularly since he

it been anyone else, even Jim, Yves would have engaged in

but also immensely joyful and honoured, bestowing upon Isabelle a

Group, the leader of 791, was

found this fellow rather cringe–worthy.

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

his breathing, and then bestowed upon her

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