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.

enthusiastically concurred, “Absolutely, I always relish a festive gathering.”

this

group ascended the stairs to

please take a seat here,” Yves offered, pulling out a chair for

they might as well

and just as George was about to pass it to Isabelle, the menu wound up in Yves‘ possession.

have any specific cravings. I’ll just order according to your

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and what sauce to

moved on to instructing about the steak–how it should be cooked, what sauce to pair with

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

him no mind. That’s simply his manner.

George replied, “Understood.”

is undoubtedly here to stir up trouble.

gracing the table before them, and extended

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

with a radiant expression, his

devoted admirer, completely captivated by Isabelle.

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

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

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

honoured, bestowing upon Isabelle a radiant smile.

the Dilin Group, the leader of

this fellow rather cringe–worthy.

few rows apart. She caught him staring at her, his expression composed but his jaw

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

and delicately redirected Isabelle’s gaze towards himself. “Sweetheart, don’t pay him any mind. Focus on me. What makes