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.”

George managed to overcook it, turning it into

to cook up another batch and wait

to avoid the burnt bottom, and brought it over to feed Isabelle.

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

water to help

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shoulder, forn open multiple times, finally began to treat line l hale. Her spirits were gradually improving, but she was still very

and brought it to

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

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

“Your clothes are

chuckled. Yours isn’t

up on the

“But you look good”

Isabelle’s lips deepened.

continued to carefully wash her hair.

been in touch with Jim? Did he blow up

the castle blew

Isabelle nodded.

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

suddenly asked, “What

Why?” George replied.

“No

like eating

just try not to go

it,” George

George was a

up scavenging through trash in this slum, and the beat–up little house was left to him

to rent the house over for temporary lodging.

again to deliver food to George. Peeking

rendied “She’s much better”