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

this

ascended the stairs to the

Yves offered, pulling out a chair

close, they might as well have been

about to pass it to Isabelle, the menu wound

order according to your taste.” Yves held the menu, lounging

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foie gras should be prepared, and what sauce

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

could discern amidst the exchanges was the repeated use of “Sweetheart.”

pay him

George replied, “Understood.”

is undoubtedly here to stir up

rose gracing the table before

he carefully plucked the thorns from the rose, gently lifted Isabelle’s

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

completely captivated by

and resolutely inserted the flower into Yves‘ hair. Half of his meticulously

valued his hair greatly, forbidding anyone from touching it, particularly since he had dedicated over thirty minutes to styling it.

would have engaged in an argument, but this person

only unfazed but also immensely joyful and honoured, bestowing upon Isabelle a radiant smile. Thank

of the Dilin Group, the

fellow rather

seated a few rows apart. She caught him staring

contact, he gradually relaxed his expression, regulated his breathing, and then bestowed upon her a

“Sweetheart, don’t pay