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Chapter 307 Returning to Cheshian

“Why don’t you wait for me a moment? I’ll take a quick shower first.

Suddenly, Isabelle hissed.

George looked confused. He asked, “What’s wrong?”

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“Your actions lead me to believe you’ve been intimate with Levi Smith’s daughter, Isabelle stated firmly. George wasn’t obsessively clean. He simply had some perfume on his clothes.

George was shocked by her audacious remark.

She appeared to have no boundaries when it came to speaking her mind.

The idea of being intimate with Levi’s daughter revolted George, making him feel both powerless and oddly entertained.

“I dislike the scent of this perfume, and I’m worried you might too,” he mentioned.

“Not at all. Let’s slice the cake,” Isabelle responded.

George pondered whether her “not at all” referred to his earlier comment or the one that followed. Regardless, it made him feel overly dramatic.

George lit the candles on the birthday cake and inquired, “Want to make a wish?”

Isabelle replied, “No need. Even if I had a wish, I could make it happen on my own. I’ll let you have this wish, if you believe in that sort of thing

George grinned, “I actually do.”

“Share with me,” Isabelle urged.

George met her eyes intensely. I’ve got at least two. I’ll reveal them when they come true.”

He took out his phone and snapped a photo of Isabelle and the cake together.

Then, he cut a slice of cake and offered it to Isabelle, giving her a fork. “Have a taste,” he said softly.

a tentative bite.

sweet?” George inquired.

it sour, can we?” Isabelle replied.

not like they’re talking about grapes.

a gentle smile as he lowered his gaze.

evening, Isabelle finished her acupuncture session and took her

of alternative medicine isn’t suitable for ordinary people. Isabelle swallowed it hastily, the acrid

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grasped her hand and deposited a circular object in her open palm, remarking,

sugar.

put the sugar into her mouth, swiftly

regimen, Isabelle could see shifting shadows

she could see more blurry

before her eyes, and Isabelle adeptly intercepted it with her palm

“Are v

better?” George

silhouette, Isabelle responded.

her petite hand within his broad palm, advising. “Take it slowly,

is always

the ajar door and entered, directing her words to George seated on the couch in the living room, “Mr. Harris, the

unfamiliar with this individual,” before glancing at Isabelle,

to Cheshian two days later. Had George not been present, she would have opted to

entirely secure, she needn’t fret about reprisals

leave Jack there for some time to recuperate,

back

broached the topic

and dogs, was hosting

hall with its soaring spire, Liam sat in the audience, cradling a cat in his arms. The

approaching him, Liam raised his hand, bringing the performance to an

Isabelle, it joyfully bounded over, circling her twice before

and then

it up to?” Isabelle

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