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.

you trust yourself?” Isabelle retorted.

you who invited me,”

he couldn’t remain

overpower me,” Isabelle

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the blanket back over

out softly, his heart still

formed in

a while for George’s

the temperature

as a lump formed under the blanket on the bed, regret gradually creeping in. The feeling of missing out on a

couldn’t control swirled within him like weeds, urging him to do something.

you asleep?” he asked softly.

the bed responded

to tell you I regret turning down

she would respond, but she said nothing, simply lifting the blanket again.

very smoothly. He released his grip on the window frame and,

his hand, then sat down by the bed. After

the same

I’ve been on the

just needed a place to lie down for

reached out, grabbing the blanket and throwing

not–so–big bed, the two slept

first time sleeping on such a bed, but at that

felt cold, unable to relax, and

portion of his shoulder nearly hanging off the edge. With limited space and a

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

“I didn’t