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.

I always relish

pondered, What’s this fellow plotting!

the stairs to the private

a chair

so close, they might as well have been

menu, and just as George was about to pass

specific cravings. I’ll just order according to your taste.” Yves held the menu, lounging casually.

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

instructing about the steak–how it should be cooked, what sauce to pair with it, flipping through another

the exchanges was the repeated use of “Sweetheart.”

Harris, please pay him

George replied, “Understood.”

pondered, Oh no, this individual is undoubtedly here to stir up trouble.

fresh red rose gracing the table before them, and extended his

the rose, gently lifted Isabelle’s hair near her ear, and secured the rose behind her ear,

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

admirer, completely captivated by

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

anyone from touching it, particularly since he had dedicated over

would have engaged

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

the Dilin Group, the leader

this fellow rather cringe–worthy.

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

eye contact, he gradually relaxed his expression, regulated his breathing, and then bestowed

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