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

softly called her

but her

he said nothing, it felt like

a look, a smile,

of the heart.

shared a bed, and George

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understanding. She didn’t need to respond;

she knew.

I ask for another birthday

moment, she responded, “What is it?”

said, “No matter what, take good care of

she replied, “Okay. But you were very noisy just now.”

the tension easing. He

was still

using the

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

sleeve and found it

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

said, “It’s nothing serious, not as bad

his sleeve, revealing the blood–stained white shirt

had sustained arm slashes, and their injuries were on their right arms. Her wound was vertical, while George’s was horizontal, probably from blocking

rose to her feet and helped him to stand. She saidm “Let’s go

and started

up and draped a coat over her shoulders.

drove back together.