Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 373 Blatant Lie

Isabelle’s eyelashes fluttered.

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He tightened his arms around her, holding her close, his chin resting on her frail shoulder, breathing in her familiar scent.

His breath was uneven as he asked contentedly. “Is this your way to comfort me for the entire month?”

Isabelle, still thinking clearly, wondered. What does he mean?

Is this man feeling aggrieved?

George had sent Ethan to the exam, stayed at a hotel, and waited outside the school for two and a half days. He took care of Ethan, taught him computer skills, and even gave him a gift for the college entrance exam. Whether it was Ethan, Jack, White Owl, or Cuatro, he had looked at them from every aspect.

Isabelle hadn’t expected him to bring everyone to his mansion.

He even handled her homework.

This man had a lot of company affairs to take care of, but even so, he still ensured Ethan and the others‘ safety. He barely left for a business trip that month.

He had been really good at protecting everyone.

Despite having serious matters to attend to, Isabelle was far more relaxed compared to George, who took on so much responsibility.

Isabelle felt like she had been having fun for over a month.

While she was rescuing Jim, George must have been anxious and worried.

During her time at Melfrey, their contact was minimal. Perhaps he was jealous of Yves.

Isabelle thought it through and realised he indeed had a tough and unfair time.

So his recent moodiness was due to emotions getting the better of him? It was understandable.

Adjusting her breath, Isabelle asked, “Did I manage to comfort you?”

couldn’t harbour resentment towards him for going overboard at

smiled and acknowledged, “Yes,

her even

echoed outside the

didn’t let go. Isabelle reminded him, “Someone’s coming.”

burst into the room energetically.

“Don’t go

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chased after the dog, followed by Jack and White Owl, unaware

into

he looked up.

that he almost fell

“White Owl and Jack stopped at the

Dylan’s hair stood on end. Forget the dog; he wished he could blind himself. He turned and

at the door noticed his terrified look. They blocked his escape route and closed

“Hey!”

face showed a fleeting look

the door handle, knocking frantically but daring not to knock too loudly or

door. This isn’t a joke; someone could die. Dylan was frantic.

against the door, he

today might be his last. Sliding down the door,

Why me again!

in

I could go back to five

“Woof!”

at him, wagging his tail. It was puzzled why Dylan was pressing against the door in pain.

there, playing

made him jump. Dylan dared not open his eyes

“Move

could feel that George was