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

this fellow

group ascended the stairs to

Yves offered, pulling out a chair

well have been sitting on the same chair.

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

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

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prepared, and what sauce to accompany

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

could discern amidst the exchanges

reassured. “Mr. Harris, please pay him no mind. That’s simply his

George replied, “Understood.”

pondered, Oh no, this individual is

fresh red rose gracing the table before them, and extended his hand to retrieve the flower.

rose, gently lifted Isabelle’s hair

with a radiant expression, his smile

devoted admirer, completely

inserted the flower into Yves‘ hair. Half of

it, particularly since he had dedicated over thirty minutes to

Yves would have engaged in an argument, but this person was Isabelle.

felt not only unfazed but also immensely joyful and honoured,

Dilin Group, the leader of 791, was

found this fellow rather

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

gradually relaxed his expression, regulated his breathing, and then bestowed upon

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