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

pondered, What’s this

group ascended the stairs to the

a seat here,” Yves offered, pulling out a chair for Isabelle and then positioning

close, they might as well have been sitting on the same

as George was about to pass it to Isabelle, the

cravings. I’ll just order according to

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the foie gras should be prepared, and what sauce

to instructing about the steak–how it should be cooked, what

exchanges was the repeated use of

please pay him no mind. That’s simply

George replied, “Understood.”

Oh no, this individual is undoubtedly here to

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

eyes were fixed on him as he carefully plucked the thorns from the rose, gently lifted Isabelle’s hair near her ear, and secured

Isabelle with a radiant expression, his smile seeming to emanate from the depths of his

devoted admirer, completely

raised her hand, and resolutely inserted the flower into Yves‘ hair. Half of his meticulously styled locks were mercilessly penetrated by

it, particularly since he had dedicated over thirty minutes

it been anyone else, even Jim, Yves would have engaged in an argument, but this

also immensely joyful and honoured, bestowing upon

chairman of the Dilin Group, the leader of 791, was actually like

this fellow

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

making eye contact, he gradually relaxed his expression, regulated his

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