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

What’s this

the stairs

Yves offered, pulling out a chair for Isabelle and then

as well have been sitting

was about to pass it to Isabelle, the menu wound up in Yves‘

have any specific cravings. I’ll just order according to your taste.” Yves held

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and what sauce to accompany it, mentioning that his sweetheart didn’t

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

George could discern amidst the exchanges was the repeated

please pay him no mind.

George replied, “Understood.”

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

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

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

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

completely captivated by

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

touching it, particularly since he had dedicated over thirty

Yves would have engaged in an

and honoured,

Dilin Group,

this fellow rather cringe–worthy.

apart. She caught him staring at

his expression, regulated his breathing, and then

pay him any mind. Focus on me. What makes him so