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.

didn’t actually need help. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have ignored

him.

Jack the dog returned, carrying

to Isabelle, its tail wagging furiously

didn’t fancy its new home, which was not as grand as its previous abode. The only thing it found joy in here was Isabelle.

a result, it moped around for

happiest it had been since arriving at

didn’t take the trouser leg from its mouth.

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

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for four or

arrived that evening, Isabelle was

upstairs to find

door was left open not for Isabelle’s convenience but

was open, George still knocked before

Finished

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

held the detachable showerhead

large hand reached out and took the showerhead from her, and George

her grip on the showerhead and handed it

hand, finding it a bit cool, so he adjusted it slightly higher. Then, he positioned his hand in front of the

temperature, he washed her hair with

a girl’s hair, and this

He was gentle and careful as he worked the shampoo through

the lather was exquisitely delicate. As he gazed at her fair,

the shower,

then fetched a plush towel from the cabinet and wrapped her damp hair with it. Isabelle stood tall, meeting

covered by the towel, only her delicate face remained visible. George employed his sizable hands, along with the towel, to softly

lowered her

The towel soaked up the majority of the water, her damp hair cascading down, her petite face hidden beneath

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