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 festive

What’s this fellow plotting!

stairs

offered, pulling out a chair for Isabelle and

so close, they might as well have

menu, and just as George was about to pass it to Isabelle, the menu wound up

according to your taste.” Yves held the menu,

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be prepared, and what sauce to accompany it, mentioning

on to instructing about the steak–how it should be cooked, what sauce

George could discern amidst the exchanges was the

“Mr. Harris, please pay him

George replied, “Understood.”

Oh no, this individual is undoubtedly here to stir

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

on him as he carefully plucked the thorns from the rose, gently lifted Isabelle’s hair near her ear, and secured the

Isabelle with a radiant expression, his smile seeming to emanate from

admirer, completely captivated

inserted the flower into Yves‘ hair. Half of his meticulously styled locks

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

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

only unfazed but also immensely joyful and honoured, bestowing

of the Dilin Group, the leader

this fellow

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

relaxed his expression, regulated his breathing, and then

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