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 relish a

What’s this

group ascended the stairs to the private

here,” Yves offered, pulling out a chair

were so close, they might as well have been sitting on the same chair.

was about to pass it to Isabelle, the menu wound up

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

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foie gras should be prepared, and what sauce to

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

could discern amidst the exchanges was the repeated use of “Sweetheart.”

pay him

George replied, “Understood.”

no, this individual is undoubtedly here

anticipated, Yves shut the menu, spotted the fresh red rose gracing the table

thorns from the rose, gently lifted Isabelle’s hair

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

devoted admirer, completely

hand, and resolutely inserted the flower into Yves‘ hair. Half of his meticulously

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

it been anyone else, even Jim, Yves would have engaged in an argument,

immensely joyful and honoured, bestowing upon

Group, the leader of

fellow rather cringe–worthy.

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

regulated his breathing,

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