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.

align perfectly for the moment. Even an idiot would know it was the best time to say something, but George just

softly called her

eyelashes fluttered slightly, but her face

said nothing, it felt

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

time, George was aware of her slowness in matters of the heart. George didn’t know her well

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

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understanding. She didn’t need to respond; it

she knew.

ask for another

responded, “What

what, take good

pause, she replied, “Okay. But you

the tension easing. He said, “I know, I know you’re better

he was still worried.

using the handkerchief

felt heavy, as if soaked.

instincts, she touched his sleeve and found it warm with blood.

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

nothing serious, not as bad as yours.”

his sleeve, revealing the blood–stained white shirt beneath and the faintly visible

were on their right arms. Her wound was vertical, while George’s was horizontal, probably

saidm “Let’s go

turned and started

few steps, George caught up and draped

back together.