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 gathering.”

this

ascended the stairs

offered, pulling out a chair for Isabelle and then positioning another chair beside

so close, they might as well

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

order according

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what sauce to accompany it, mentioning

steak–how it should be cooked, what sauce to pair with it, flipping through another menu for

exchanges was the repeated use of

please pay him no mind. That’s simply his

George replied, “Understood.”

is undoubtedly here to stir up

shut the menu, spotted the fresh red rose gracing the table before

plucked the thorns from the rose, gently lifted Isabelle’s hair

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

devoted admirer, completely captivated

resolutely inserted the flower into Yves‘ hair. Half

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

even Jim, Yves would have engaged in an argument,

joyful and honoured, bestowing upon Isabelle a radiant smile. Thank you,

Group, the leader of

found this fellow rather cringe–worthy.

she stole a glance at George, seated a few rows apart. She caught him

relaxed his expression, regulated his

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