Resurrecting the Genius Within

Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 248 Distress.

Her slender arm had a gash, and he didn’t dare apply any pressure, even though her wrist was far from the

wound.

Her hand had just been in water, and it was freezing.

With a handkerchief, George carefully wiped the blood and water near her wound. He asked, “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

He tried to calm himself and regained his composure. However, his voice and hands had been trembling uncontrollably from earlier.

George glanced at Isabelle and asked, “Why aren’t you talking? Does it hurt much? Hold on; I’ll take you back to the camp and get treated. Sorry, I came too late. George’s voice was filled with guilt.

She still remained silent.

George looked at her again. Most of the time, he was expressionless, but now his face showed all his anxiety and concern.

Isabelle looked at him, wiping the blood off her wound, then turned her head in the direction of the labyrinth building. Finally, she spoke.

Her tone was calm as usual, without any emotion, as if nothing had happened. Isabelle said, “It seems like there’s a fierce power struggle for territory here. Now that Spadille is dead, I’ll give you his territory as a birthday gift.

George paused his movement and looked up at her.

Isabelle noticed his dark eyes. She saw the emotions swirling and rising inside her, threatening to drown her.

The next moment, George pulled her into a tight embrace. His usually restrained feelings are now out of control. He kept tightening his arms around her, ignoring the blood seeping from his own wounds.

Without a stethoscope, Isabelle could hear his rapid heartbeat.

to say something, but George just held her without saying a word. He felt there was no need

softly called her

but her face remained indifferent.

it felt like he had

to express all feelings to understand them. Sometimes, a look, a smile, or a sudden. change in

her slowness in matters of the heart. George didn’t know her well enough,

shared a bed, and George had to speak plainly, fearing she

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Chapter 248 Distress

George felt a sense of unspoken understanding. She didn’t need to respond; it was

she knew.

“Can I ask

a moment, she responded, “What is

what, take

But you were very noisy just

George laugh despite himself, the tension easing. He said, “I know, I know

was

her, using the handkerchief to bandage her

if soaked.

instincts, she touched his sleeve and

assumed that the smell of blood was from her own injuries.

nothing serious, not

nearby and swiftly cut off his sleeve, revealing the blood–stained white shirt beneath and the faintly visible wound.

Her wound was vertical, while George’s was horizontal, probably from blocking an attack.

saidm

turned and started

and draped a coat over her shoulders.

back together.