Resurrecting the Genius Within

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Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 309 The First Time

Yet, George merely grinned and stayed quiet.

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After realising that the dog shared the name Jack too, Ethan wondered. Did Jack’s earlier look of discontent stem from his name? It wasn’t linked to his injury, right?

His heart felt noticeably lighter.

Following that, George accompanied Ethan back to the school.

After a few days of not hearing from Isabelle, Danny eventually got in touch with her again and decided to skip class to pay her a visit.

To his amazement, the door was not opened by a person, but by a dog.

Danny paused, unsure if it was his booming voice, his looks falling short of the dog’s liking, or his mannerisms resembling those of someone involved in dog trading.

Jack the dog was vigilant, hunkering down with sharp claws poised to attack at any instant.

“Oh, so Isabelle has a dog too.

Unaware of the seriousness of the moment, Danny tried to stroke Jack’s head.

His misguided move resulted in him being pursued by the dog around the neighbourhood for three rounds, with locals hearing his shouts and curse words for the first time ever.

When Isabelle finally descended the stairs, Danny was nowhere to be found.

She asked Jack the human, who had been in the living room. Jack replied, “I didn’t see him.”

How could he have overlooked him? Isabelle had heard Danny’s cry for help reverberating through the house.

Danny didn’t actually need help. Otherwise, he

him.

dog returned, carrying a trouser leg

the trouser leg to Isabelle, its tail wagging furiously like a

home, which was not as grand as its previous abode. The

it moped around for a couple of days.

moment marked the happiest it had been

see it, so she didn’t take the trouser leg

leg to Jack the human. Jack glanced at it, seeing no blood on the trouser leg,

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had persisted for four

evening, Isabelle was

went upstairs to

left open not for Isabelle’s convenience but for the

door was open, George still knocked before entering the

Finished

glanced further, he noticed that the

held the detachable showerhead to

and took the showerhead from her, and George

released her grip on the showerhead

he adjusted it slightly higher. Then, he positioned his hand in front of the showerhead, allowing the water to flow over

temperature, he

washing a girl’s hair, and this intimate act made his

of millions. He was gentle and careful

strands flowed between his fingers, and the sensation of the lather was exquisitely delicate. As he gazed at

George washed away the foam, shut off the shower,

and wrapped her damp hair with it. Isabelle stood tall, meeting his

delicate face remained visible. George employed his sizable hands, along with the towel, to softly dry her lengthy locks, his attention transitioning gradually from her hair

her gaze.

George’s actions unconsciously slowed down. The towel soaked up the majority of the water, her damp hair cascading down, her petite face hidden beneath the dense strands and towel, creating the illusion of an even tinier visage.

came to a halt entirely, his lips slightly parted, a hint of warm breath