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

him.

that moment, Jack the dog returned, carrying a

leg to Isabelle, its tail

new home, which was not as grand as its previous abode. The only thing it found joy

moped around for a couple of

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

she didn’t take the trouser leg from

glanced at it, seeing

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persisted for

he arrived that evening, Isabelle was in her

upstairs

for Isabelle’s convenience but

open, George still knocked before entering the

Finished

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

detachable showerhead to

reached out and took the showerhead from her, and George was already standing by

grip on the showerhead and handed it to

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 water to flow over it and onto her

Isabelle didn’t flinch or complain about the temperature, he washed her hair with a sense

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

of millions. He was gentle and careful as he

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

off the shower, and placed it back

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

George employed his sizable hands, along

her

damp hair cascading down, her petite face hidden

motions came to a halt entirely, his lips slightly parted,