Resurrecting the Genius Within

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Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 309 The First Time

Yet, George merely grinned and stayed quiet.

Finished

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.

Jack’s actions suggested that Danny didn’t actually need help. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have ignored

him.

the dog returned, carrying

leg to Isabelle, its

to a life of luxury, Jack the dog didn’t fancy its new home, which was not as grand as its previous abode. The only

around for a couple

moment marked the happiest it had been since

Isabelle couldn’t see it, so she didn’t take the trouser leg from its

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

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place. This routine had persisted for four or five days in a

evening, Isabelle was in her room.

then went upstairs to find

left open not for Isabelle’s convenience but for the case of access

still knocked before entering

Finished

further, he noticed that the bathroom door was open. Isabelle stood bent over the sink,

showerhead to wet

the showerhead from her,

released her grip on the showerhead and handed it to him.

water temperature with his hand, finding it a bit cool, so he adjusted it slightly higher. Then, he positioned his hand in

he

girl’s hair, and this intimate act made

He was gentle and careful

delicate. As he gazed at her fair,

George washed away the foam, shut off the shower, and placed it back

cabinet and wrapped her damp hair with

delicate face remained visible. George employed his sizable hands, along with the towel, to softly dry her lengthy

her gaze.

slowed down. The towel soaked up the majority of the water, her damp hair cascading down, her petite

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