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.

suggested that Danny didn’t actually need help. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have

him.

carrying a

the trouser leg to Isabelle, its tail wagging furiously like

luxury, Jack the dog didn’t fancy its new home, which was not

around for a couple of

moment marked the happiest it had been since arriving at its new

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

glanced at it, seeing no blood on the trouser

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place. This routine had persisted for

arrived that evening, Isabelle was in

upstairs to

not for Isabelle’s convenience but for the

door was open, George still knocked before entering the

Finished

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

detachable showerhead to

reached out and took the showerhead from her,

on the showerhead and

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

flinch or complain about the temperature, he

was his first time washing a girl’s hair, and this

hundreds of millions. He was gentle and careful as

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

George washed away the foam, shut off the shower, and

plush towel from the cabinet and wrapped her damp hair with it. Isabelle

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

her gaze.

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

lips slightly parted, a