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

What’s this fellow

ascended the stairs to the

a chair

well have been sitting on

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

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

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be prepared, and what sauce to accompany it,

be cooked, what sauce to pair with

the exchanges was the repeated use

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

George replied, “Understood.”

this individual is undoubtedly here

Yves shut the menu, spotted the fresh red rose gracing the table before them, and

thorns from the rose, gently lifted Isabelle’s hair

on his hand, beaming at Isabelle with a radiant expression,

devoted admirer, completely captivated by Isabelle.

into Yves‘ hair. Half of his meticulously styled locks were mercilessly penetrated by the

from touching it, particularly since he

been anyone else, even Jim, Yves would have

and honoured,

chairman of the Dilin Group, the leader of 791,

found this fellow

rows apart. She caught him staring at her, his

eye contact, he gradually relaxed his expression, regulated his breathing, and then bestowed upon her a faint smile.

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