Resurrecting the Genius Within

Resurrecting the Genius Within.

Chapter 297 A Delicate Balance.

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George felt a twinge of discomfort at the sight. But he wasn’t sure if Liam and Isabelle’s relationship was like Yves and Jim’s, so he couldn’t say anything.

Isabelle, seemed to notice, saying slightly annoyed, “You really don’t know boundaries”

George’s discomfort instantly vanished.

Liam looked puzzled. “Hmm?” All he did was hold a cat. How was that crossing a line?

Liam, still holding the cat, glanced at the items on the table. “Are all the herbs here? How long until it’s cured? I’m looking forward to seeing your eyes recover.”

Isabelle replied, “This poison isn’t hard to cure, but the detox process is slow. It’ll take a while to completely clear it out.”

“Not hard to cure? You know how?” Dylan who had been ready to give up and had even thought about where he’d be buried, immediately looked at Isabelle. Weren’t you saying we needed a live subject for testing?

Isabelle said, “Secing you all travel–worn, I was just joking to lighten the mood.”

Dylan was speechless. A joke? Lighten the mood? It was him she was joking about, to relax Mr. George! These two heartless people. His sincerity was wasted.

Dylan felt like he was fooled in a new way every day. His intelligence was insulted so many times. It was making him lose confidence.

In the room, Isabelle sat on the couch, preparing to treat herself with acupuncture.

I stop her

Her eyes were blind, but it didn’t s from treating herself, though

poison well. If Arlo came, she would have

of his coat pocket and carefully handed

applying them. George quietly handed

who had seen a lot

she applied the needles slowly. Since the poison was in her

guard by her sudden movement, revealing her long neck. He stared at the expanse of her pale skin, the elegant collarbone, and the black strap of her underwear on her shoulder. His face. stiffened slightly, and he unconsciously tightened

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held the collar in place. When he handed her the needles earlier, their hands had inevitably touched. They were

say anything else. George didn’t know if it was his imagination, but this round of needling seemned to take especially long.

distract you.

do you feel about not being used as

hard to cure, I

without saying anything, thinking to herself how

“Do you have any other injuries?”

Isabelle responded, “No.”

knife wounds she had were

good,” he said.

remarked, “We have plenty of time in the future for you to

no longer holding back, let his gentlemanly demeanour slip away. He stared directly at

course, he looked at her face, not at any