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.

it’s you who invited me,” George said.

her, he couldn’t remain composed.

overpower me,” Isabelle said.

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the blanket back over and said, “Suit yourself”

breathed out softly, his heart still

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

while for George’s mood

the night grew deeper, the

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

within him like weeds, urging him to do

asleep?” he asked softly.

bed responded with a

to tell you I

she

very smoothly. He released his grip on the window frame and, with quiet steps, made his

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

share the same blanket

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

was his way of saying he just needed a place to lie down

grabbing the blanket and throwing it over him. She said, “Stop

bed, the two slept side

was hard and had no pillow. It was George’s first time sleeping on such a bed, but at

still felt cold,

the bed, with a portion of his shoulder nearly hanging off the edge. With limited space and a hard surface, he left about ten centimeters of space between them. The blanket wasn’t big enough,

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

“I didn’t