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.”

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

to cook up another batch and wait for half

into a bowl, trying his best to avoid the burnt bottom, and brought it

regained some strength and then took her

remaining porridge, then went to boil water

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Isabelle’s shoulder, forn open multiple times, finally began to treat line l hale. Her spirits were

boiled some hot water and brought it to the bedside to

position so her head was near the edge of the bed, and started

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

clothes are

isn’t any better.”

smile crept up on the corner of Isabelle’s

added. “But you look

Isabelle’s lips deepened.

to carefully

been in touch with Jim? Did he blow up that

the castle blew up,” George

Isabelle nodded.

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

Isabelle suddenly asked, “What day is it?”

Why?” George

“No

do you feel like eating

whatever’s available, just try not to go

George

food to George was a

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

rent the house over for temporary

boy coming again to deliver food to George. Peeking through the crack in the door, the boy

“She’s