Resurrecting the Genius Within

D

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,

him.

returned, carrying

the trouser leg to Isabelle, its tail wagging

not as grand as its previous

a result, it moped around for

marked the happiest it had been

Isabelle couldn’t see it, so she didn’t take the trouser leg from its mouth.

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

1/3

The

routine had persisted for four or five

evening, Isabelle was in

then went upstairs to

for Isabelle’s convenience but for

door was open, George still knocked before entering the room.

Finished

further, he noticed that the

detachable showerhead to wet

showerhead from her, and George was already

her grip on the showerhead

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

he washed her hair with a

time washing a girl’s hair, and this intimate act made his heart

and serious than signing a contract worth hundreds of millions. He was gentle and careful as he worked the shampoo through

exquisitely delicate. As he gazed at her fair, glistening nape

away the foam, shut off the

the cabinet and wrapped her

his sizable hands, along

her

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

lips