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.”

through, but George managed to overcook it, turning it into mush. He tasted it and couldn’t help but furrow his

have to cook up another batch and wait for

best to avoid the burnt bottom, and brought it over

a bowl of porridge, Isabelle regained some strength and then took her medicine.

boil water to help

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few more days passed, and Isabelle’s shoulder, forn open multiple times, finally began to treat line l hale. Her spirits were gradually improving, but she was

it to the bedside to wash Isabelle’s

so her head was near the edge of the bed, and started to carefully wash her

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

“Your clothes are really ugly.”

isn’t any

up on the corner

you look good”

on Isabelle’s lips deepened.

carefully

in touch with Jim? Did he blow up that castle?”

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

Isabelle nodded.

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

while, Isabelle suddenly asked, “What day is

18th. Why?” George replied.

said. “No reason.”

do you feel like eating tonight?” George asked.

not to go out,”

George

one delivering food to George was

this slum, and the beat–up little

to rent the house over for temporary

evening, as Isabelle lay on the bed, she heard the young boy coming again to deliver food to George.

“She’s much