Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 439 Tastes Like a Sewer

Isabelle said, “Get into the bed and get some sleep.

These days, George had been sitting on a chair and sleeping by the bedside, hardly sleeping at all.

George declined. “The bed is too small.”

Isabelle said, “I feel cold sleeping alone.”

George reached into the blanket and felt around. There was hardly any warmth inside, and her hands were freezing cold.

George lifted the blanket off her body, took off his coat that still had warmth, and covered her with it, then covered her with the blanket.

He then turned off the light and lay down on the bed.

With the bed being too cramped, George had to sleep on his side.

George asked, “Can I hold you while we sleep?”

Isabelle replied, “Give it a try.”

George said, “Okay.”

With his arm wrapped lightly around Isabelle’s waist over his coat, he drew her close, attempting to warm her body.

Isabelle remained silent.

After about ten minutes, George asked her, “Feeling warmer?”

Isabelle didn’t respond, possibly already asleep.

Inside the little house, all was quiet, the two figures on the small bed huddled together for warmth, the distant murmur of neighbours next door seeming worlds

away.

Suddenly, Isabelle’s voice broke the silence, “In that castle, there were only Clubs and Moon Shadow originally. I was stronger than them, and I had a backup plan. I

could hama

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something unexpected come

had to be involved, probably related to

echoing in her mind: ‘Storm Shadow

talk to George about

while, feeling her emotions shifting. George leaned his forehead against hers, “It’s late, let’s not dwell on it now. We’ll talk

slowly turned her face

in the

gently kissed

a bit playful, “I’ve heard a lot about Mr. Qin being innocent in matters of love. I originally thought Mr. Qin would be the

times, even initiating the kiss before they went to

“You seem to be getting

was emotionally mature, didn’t

Am I

continued, “Miss Jenkins’s proactive moves are quite limited.”

The following day.

had the young boy deliver

warmer and more comfortable than what Isabelle

woke up in a haze to find George coming in with a blanket. Through the

439 Tastes Like a Sewer

a glimpse of Isabelle and exclaimed with

George agreed. “Yeah.”

say more, George

back, he found Isabelle wide

Got caught again. What rotten

out of the bag, saying, “I’ll change the bedsheet for you.”

to argue, Isabelle just

the slums buying a

“Got it.”

then poured her a glass of water, saying, “I made

little stove in the corner was working hard, and Isabelle, catching the aroma of the chicken soup,

the fishy smell. “If only we hadn’t lost the phone, we could have looked