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

What’s this fellow

stairs to the private

pulling out a chair for Isabelle and

close, they might as well have

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

specific cravings. I’ll just order according to

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how the foie gras should be prepared, and what sauce to accompany it, mentioning that his sweetheart didn’t

instructing about the steak–how it should be cooked, what sauce to pair with it, flipping through another

discern amidst the exchanges was the repeated

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

George replied, “Understood.”

individual is undoubtedly here to stir up trouble.

rose gracing the table before them, and extended his

rose, gently lifted Isabelle’s hair near

Isabelle with a radiant expression, his smile seeming to

admirer, completely captivated by

rose from her ear, raised her hand, and resolutely inserted the flower into

forbidding anyone from touching it, particularly since he

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

immensely joyful and honoured, bestowing upon Isabelle a radiant smile. Thank you, Sweetheart.”

the Dilin Group, the leader of

found 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

relaxed his expression, regulated his breathing, and then bestowed upon

towards himself. “Sweetheart, don’t pay him any mind. Focus