Resurrecting the Genius Within

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Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 309 The First Time

Yet, George merely grinned and stayed quiet.

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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 ignored

him.

the dog returned, carrying a trouser leg

the trouser leg to Isabelle, its tail wagging

Jack the dog didn’t fancy its new home, which was not as grand as its previous abode. The

around for a couple

had been since arriving at

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

Jack glanced at it, seeing no

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The First Time

This routine had persisted for four or

evening, Isabelle was in

upstairs to find her.

left open not for Isabelle’s convenience but for the

open, George still knocked before

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

detachable showerhead to wet her

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

released her grip on the showerhead and

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

about the temperature, he washed her hair with a

girl’s hair, and this intimate act made his

hundreds of millions. He

and the sensation of the lather was exquisitely delicate. As he gazed at

foam, shut off the shower, and placed

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

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

lowered her

damp hair cascading down, her petite face hidden beneath the dense strands and towel, creating the illusion of

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