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

to cook up another

scooped the top layer into a bowl, trying his best to

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

then went to boil water to help Isabelle

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multiple times, finally began to treat line l

hot water and brought it

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

the man above her, concentrating on his task,

clothes are really

Yours isn’t

crept up on the corner of

“But you

smile on Isabelle’s lips

continued to carefully wash

with Jim? Did he blow up

lost my phone. And yes, the castle blew up,”

Isabelle nodded.

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

asked, “What

Why?” George

said. “No

do you feel like eating tonight?” George

eat whatever’s available, just try not to

George

delivering food to George was a teenage

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

some money to rent the house

heard the young boy coming again to deliver food to

rendied “She’s