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.

enthusiastically concurred, “Absolutely, I always

this

the stairs

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

so close, they might as well have been sitting

menu, and just as George was about

I don’t have any specific cravings. I’ll just order according to your taste.” Yves held the menu,

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detailing the specifics of how the foie gras should be prepared, and what sauce to accompany

should be cooked, what sauce to pair with it, flipping through another

exchanges was the repeated

Harris, please pay him no mind. That’s simply

George replied, “Understood.”

this individual is undoubtedly

spotted the fresh red rose gracing the table before them,

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

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

devoted admirer, completely captivated

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

touching it, particularly since he had

even Jim, Yves would have engaged in an argument,

joyful and honoured, bestowing upon

The chairman of the Dilin Group, the leader of

found this fellow rather cringe–worthy.

rows apart. She caught him staring at her, his expression

regulated his breathing, and then bestowed upon her

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