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.

was the best time to say something, but George just held

her

slightly, but

said nothing, it felt like he had said

Sometimes, a look, a smile, or a sudden. change in address can convey

slowness in matters of the heart. George didn’t know her well enough, and their interactions had always been superficially

shared a bed, and George had to

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

she knew.

ask

moment, she responded, “What is it?”

what, take

pause, she replied, “Okay. But you

bluntness made George laugh despite himself, the tension easing. He said, “I know, I know you’re better than him.”

was still

down and released her, using the handkerchief

felt heavy, as if soaked. Clearly, he

she touched his sleeve and found it warm with

that the smell of blood was from her own

nothing serious, not as bad as yours.”

his sleeve, revealing the blood–stained white shirt beneath

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

She saidm “Let’s go back

started walking ahead.

few steps, George caught up and

back