Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 438 “Wife”

The room was cramped and tiny, making George, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, look like a giant. Isabelle lay on the bed watching him bustling around.

“What are you doing?”

George turned around. “Cooking porridge.”

He was actually cooking porridge for her.

Soon, George brought the bowl of cooked porridge to the bedside.

Knowing that Isabelle was picky and probably a bit of a clean freak, George said, “I’ve cleaned the utensils many times, they’re clean.”

Isabelle stayed silent.

George blew on the porridge to cool it down and began spoon–feeding her.

After she had a couple of spoonfuls, Isabelle suddenly exclaimed, “It’s not even cooked.”

George paused, thinking cooking porridge didn’t require much skill and since it didn’t have much taste anyway, he hadn’t bothered asking if she liked it.

He hadn’t expected something as simple as porridge to go wrong.

Taking a spoonful of the clearly undercooked porridge himself, he realised the rice was still half raw.

George remarked, “I’ll cook it again.”

Isabelle said, “No need.”

Then she asked, “What about you?”

George replied, “I’ve made plenty, I’ll eat after you’re done.”

Isabelle said. “Then… Maybe cook it a bit more.”

George smiled. “Sure.”

managed to overcook it, turning it

darn little stove, he’d have to cook up another batch and wait for

scooped the top layer into a bowl, trying his best to avoid the burnt bottom,

Isabelle regained some strength and then took her medicine.

went to boil water to help

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finally began to treat

hot water and brought it to the bedside

her position so her head was near the edge

her, concentrating on his task, George noticed her gaze and mer

“Your clothes are really ugly.”

chuckled. Yours isn’t any better.”

up on the

you look good”

Isabelle’s

continued to carefully wash

touch with Jim? Did he

the castle blew up,”

Isabelle nodded.

what had happened in the desert castle, but

while, Isabelle suddenly asked, “What

18th. Why?”

said. “No reason.”

like eating tonight?”

just try not to go out,” Isabelle

George said.

delivering food to George

orphan who grew up scavenging through trash in this slum, and the beat–up little house was

spent some money to rent the house over for

young boy coming again to deliver food to

“She’s