Resurrecting the Genius Within

Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 250 Guilty

George stood there, momentarily speechless.

Knowing he was in the wrong, George had nothing to say.

George never intended to hide his identity from Isabelle. He was planning to tell her. However, when he was about to reveal his identity and invite the group to move from the rundown place to his camp. Isabelle invited him into her rog,

They ended up spending the night together in the same bed. Naturally, George felt too guilty to come clean after that.

Lowe thought. I can’t believe Mr. George would do this.

Dylan muttered inwardly. This is nothing just wait.

Isabelle reminded Yves, “Are you sure you want to settle this score on his turf?”

Yves glanced at George and said, “Last time, we didn’t settle it properly. I’m in a foul mood, and I need to let off some steam.”

Isabelle reminded him, “He’s injured.”

Yves remembered that the Shadowblade had slashed George, injuring his arm as well.

Which arm was it? Right arm?

Yves scowled, then glanced at Isabelle’s bandaged right arm–their injuries were identical.

This guy had a knack for getting hurt in the right spots.

Yves silently cursed.

Isabelle stood up. She was ready to go upstairs to shower and sleep. Before leaving, she reminded George, “Don’t wet your wound.”

George replied, “Got it.”

Yves gave George a look and followed Isabelle upstairs. He offered, “Sweetheart, how will you shower with that injured arm? Need help?”

saying it for

observed the commotion at

continue? Who’s

night, George tossed and furned, unable to sleep

Still shaken.

with the image of finding Isabelle by the dark stream, quietly

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seemed so weak.

lifted her face, her youthful face showed no fear or panic, only calmness, as

to fighting

a rough–and–tumble man like him

Then Yves slipped.

Isabelle and the Dark Shadow, what had they

And Shadowblade’s question.

Blood

wound makes sleep even more elusive. He couldn’t help but think that she must

receptors, and she must have endured them. Thinking of this, George felt

was a sleepless

up and

the door. George stood there with a large bowl of bone broth and

stepped aside to let him

closed the door, George asked, “Did I

a simple acknowledgement. She ignored him and went to wash

and noticed that she seemed to have slept well,

the bone broth. It seemed a bit

explained, “It’s steamed and

and started

it’s good for

said, “It’s just a minor injury.”

the table, drinking the broth, while George stood quietly nearby. She turned her head and saw him

at her injured arm and raised an eyebrow in response to his gaze. Isabelle asked, “Have