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 relish a festive gathering.”

this fellow

stairs to the private

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

as well have been sitting

waiter approached with the menu, and just as George was about to pass

have any specific cravings. I’ll just order according

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

cooked, what sauce to pair with it, flipping through another menu for other

the exchanges was the repeated

pay him

George replied, “Understood.”

Oh no, this individual is undoubtedly here

spotted the fresh red rose gracing the table before them,

were fixed 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

expression, his smile seeming

devoted admirer, completely captivated

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

forbidding anyone from touching it, particularly since he

anyone else, even Jim, Yves would have engaged in an

not only unfazed but also immensely joyful and honoured, bestowing upon

the Dilin Group, the leader of

this fellow rather cringe–worthy.

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

regulated his breathing, and

“Sweetheart, don’t pay him any mind. Focus on me. What makes him