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

Isabelle refused. Her eyes were blind, but it didn’t s from treating herself, though it was a

poison well. If Arlo came, she would have

of his coat pocket and

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

acupuncture on herself while blind and remain calm throughout–only she could do that. Even George, who had seen a lot but didn’t understand medicine, was impressed. Not to mention

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

neck. He stared at the expanse of her pale skin, the elegant collarbone, and the black strap

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the collar in place. When he handed her the needles earlier, their hands had inevitably touched. They were close, and the room was quiet. Isabelle faintly heard him swallow and

skipped a beat, and his fingers holding her collar tightened involuntarily…. No. Isabelle didn’t say anything else. George didn’t know if it was his imagination, but this round of needling seemned to take especially

distract you.

“How do you feel about not being used as a test subject?”

cure, I was relieved. But

smiled without saying anything, thinking to

then asked, “Do you have

Isabelle responded, “No.”

she had were shallow and

he said.

you to be

back, let his gentlemanly demeanour slip

looked at her face, not at any inappropriate areas.