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.

the best time to say something, but George

her name, “Isabelle.”

but

said nothing, it felt like he

understand them. Sometimes, a look, a smile, or a sudden. change in

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

ago, they had shared a bed, and George had to speak plainly, fearing

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of unspoken understanding. She didn’t need to respond; it was

she knew.

asked hoarsely, “Can I ask for another

she responded, “What

what, take

“Okay. But you were very

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

was

and released her, using the

his sleeve felt heavy, as if soaked. Clearly, he wasn’t using

her instincts, she touched his sleeve and found it

smell of blood was from her

nothing serious, not as bad as yours.”

dagger nearby and swiftly cut off his sleeve,

their right arms. Her

stand. She saidm “Let’s go back

turned and started walking ahead.

and draped a coat over her

back together.