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

him.

carrying a trouser leg in its

the trouser leg to Isabelle, its tail wagging

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

it moped around

moment marked the happiest it had been since arriving at its

it, so she didn’t take the trouser

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

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persisted for four or five days in

that evening, Isabelle was in her

went upstairs

convenience but for the case of access

open, George still knocked before entering the

Finished

As he glanced further, he noticed that the bathroom door was

showerhead to wet her

and took the showerhead from her, and George was already

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

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

the temperature, he washed her hair with a sense of

a girl’s hair, and this intimate

hundreds of millions. He was gentle and careful as he worked the

and the sensation of the lather was exquisitely delicate. As he gazed at her fair, glistening nape and ears, his

foam, shut off the shower, and placed it back in its

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

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

her

the water, her damp hair cascading down, her petite face hidden beneath the dense strands and towel,

halt entirely, his lips