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

she would have to teach him

his coat pocket and

held the needles, first using her fingers to find the pressure points before applying them. George quietly handed her the needles, not daring

remain calm throughout–only she could do that. Even George, who had seen a lot

was in her eyes, most needles were placed around her eyes or on

George was caught off 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

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hands had inevitably touched. They were close, and the room was quiet. Isabelle faintly heard him swallow and asked,

to take especially long. When she finally finished the last needle, Isabelle stretched her

distract you.

not

hard to cure, I was relieved. But I’m sorry I couldn’t do

saying anything, thinking to herself how smooth–talking businessmen could

“Do you

Isabelle responded, “No.”

two knife wounds she had

he said.

then remarked, “We have plenty of time in the future for you to be useful. Maybe because she couldn’t see, she spoke more

his gentlemanly demeanour slip away. He

at her face, not