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.

yourself?” Isabelle

who invited me,”

he couldn’t

me,” Isabelle

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over

softly, his heart still racing.

mind was filled with Isabelle’s words; images formed in his head. He quickly

for George’s mood to

the night grew deeper, the temperature

regret gradually creeping in. The feeling of missing out on a great

within him like weeds, urging

he asked

the bed responded

tell you I regret

respond, but she

smoothly. He released his grip

by the bed.

same blanket with her.

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 night.”

of saying he just needed a place to lie down

and throwing it

the not–so–big bed, the two

pillow. It was George’s first time sleeping on such a bed, but at that moment, he didn’t care about such things.

still felt cold, unable to relax, and his body

space and a hard surface,

while, George’s voice sounded again, gentle and light, “It’s my birthday today.”

“I didn’t