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.”

turning it into mush. He tasted it and couldn’t

he’d have to cook up another batch

best to avoid the burnt bottom, and brought it

Isabelle regained some strength and

to boil water to help Isabelle wash her face, hands, and

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multiple times, finally began to treat line l hale. Her spirits were gradually improving, but she

hot water and brought it to the bedside

her head was near the

concentrating on his task, George noticed her gaze and

blurted out, “Your clothes are really ugly.”

isn’t any better.”

faint smile crept up on the

you look

Isabelle’s lips

to carefully

been in touch with Jim? Did he blow up

phone. And yes, the castle blew up,” George

Isabelle nodded.

her, wanting to know what had happened in the desert castle,

a while, Isabelle suddenly asked,

Why?” George

said. “No reason.”

do you feel like eating

whatever’s available, just try not

George

one delivering food to George

scavenging through trash in this slum, and the beat–up little house was left to him by his late grandfather.

the

on the bed, she heard the young boy coming again to deliver food to George. Peeking through the crack in the door, the boy curiously asked George.

rendied “She’s much