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 festive

What’s this fellow plotting!

ascended the stairs

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

close, they might as well have

approached with the menu, 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 taste.” Yves held

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

be cooked, what

discern amidst the exchanges was

him no mind.

George replied, “Understood.”

pondered, Oh no, this individual is undoubtedly

anticipated, Yves shut the menu, spotted the fresh red rose gracing the table before them, and extended his hand to retrieve

on him as he carefully plucked the thorns from the rose, gently lifted Isabelle’s hair near her ear, and secured the rose behind her ear, remarking, “Flowers

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

devoted admirer, completely

resolutely inserted the flower into Yves‘

from touching it, particularly since he had dedicated over thirty minutes to styling it.

been anyone else, even Jim, Yves would have engaged in an argument, but this person was Isabelle.

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

Dilin Group, the leader of 791, was

this fellow rather cringe–worthy.

to resist, she stole 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 teeth.

relaxed his expression, regulated his breathing, and then bestowed upon her a faint smile.

pay