Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 237 Charged

In the room, there was only a bed, a table, and a chair; there was not even an extra blanket or sheet to cushion the floor beside the bed.

Isabelle looked at the simple bed, wondering how they would manage to sleep.

George said. “I’ll sit there; you can sleep on the bed.”

He walked to the chair by the window and sat down. George said, “Having a place out of the wind bears sleeping on the street. It’s perfect; I’ll keep watch for you.”

Just letting him enter the room was a surprise for George.

She glanced at him, remained silent for a moment, then simply got into bed.

George turned off the light for her and said, “Goodnight.”

The place was run–down. The window wouldn’t close properly, and the wind kept tapping against the frame, chilling the room as it seeped in through the cracks.

George noticed this from his seat by the window, so he reached out and grabbed the rattling window frame. The room immediately grew quieter, but unfortunately, the window was still warped and wouldn’t close tightly.

In this bitingly cold weather, one wanted to bundle up entirely. George’s hand gripping the window frame was starting to freeze.

There was a rustling sound from the bed as Isabelle moved over and lifted half of the blanket. She invited, “Come and sleep here.

Her voice was light with her usual indifference, adding to the room’s quietness and making it even harder to discern any warmth.

His hand trembled at her invitation, almost pulling the whole window out.

George had been sitting gentlemanly, facing away from the bed, and turned his gaze towards it, illuminated by the moonlight. He noticed that the blanket had been lifted, confirming what he had heard.

This isn’t appropriate,” he said, his voice husky once again.

Isabelle replied, “I’m not doing anything. What are you afraid of?”

“I’m not the kind of person to take advantage. This is too much of a test for me, George said, his voice hoarse. Such an invitation was too tempting.

trust yourself?” Isabelle

you who invited me,” George said.

he couldn’t remain

me,” Isabelle

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blanket back over and said,

out softly, his

filled with Isabelle’s words; images formed in his

took a while for George’s mood to calm

deeper, the temperature dropped even

the bed, regret gradually creeping in. The feeling of missing out

him like weeds, urging him to

asleep?” he asked softly.

girl in the bed responded with a

for me to tell you

how she would respond, but she said nothing, simply

or numbness, George didn’t get up from the chair very smoothly. He released his grip on the window frame

coat, he held it in his hand, then sat down by the bed. After removing his shoes, he laid down with his coat covering

the same blanket with her.

to look at the girl beside him, speaking softly, I’ve been on the road for two days. It’ll be difficult for me to sit up all

he just needed a place to lie down for a

grabbing the blanket and throwing

the not–so–big bed, the two slept side by side.

and had no pillow. It was George’s first time sleeping on such a bed, but at that moment, he didn’t care about such things.

up at the ceiling. He still felt cold,

with a portion of his shoulder nearly hanging off the edge. With limited space and a hard surface, he left about ten centimeters of

again, gentle and light, “It’s my birthday

“I didn’t