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.”

but George managed to overcook it, turning

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

trying his best to avoid the burnt bottom, and brought it over to

porridge, Isabelle regained some strength and then

then went to boil water to help Isabelle wash her face,

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it to the

position so her head was near the

looked up at the man above her, concentrating on his task, George noticed her

blurted out, “Your clothes are really ugly.”

Yours isn’t any

crept up on the corner of Isabelle’s lips.

added. “But you look

Isabelle’s lips

to carefully wash her

in touch with Jim? Did

yes, the castle blew

Isabelle nodded.

to know what had happened in the desert castle, but it clearly wasn’t the time to dig for

suddenly asked, “What day

Why?”

said. “No

do you feel like eating tonight?” George

whatever’s available, just try not

it,” George said.

delivering food to George

slum, and the beat–up little house was left to him by

the house over for temporary

as Isabelle lay on the bed, she heard the young boy coming again to deliver food to George. Peeking through the crack in

rendied “She’s