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

Tastes Like & Sewer

“Did something unexpected come

unexpected had to be involved, probably

above, Clubs‘ words echoing in her

to George about it but

forehead against hers, “It’s late, let’s not dwell on it now. We’ll talk

turned her face towards him.

in the

gently kissed her forehead.

a lot about Mr.

move both times, even initiating

“You seem to be getting more

awkwardly and retorted, “I thought Miss Jenkins was emotionally mature, didn’t

Am I

proactive moves are quite

The following day.

boy deliver

warmer and more comfortable than what

George coming in with a blanket. Through the

Like a Sewer

of Isabelle

George agreed. “Yeah.”

the boy could say more, George shut the

found Isabelle wide awake, staring at him.

caught again. What

this time, George seemed calmer. He pulled the blanket out of the

too tired to argue, Isabelle just said, “Next time, don’t

buying a blanket would draw

nodded. “Got

change the blanket, then poured her a glass of water, saying, “I made chicken soup for you

corner was working hard, and Isabelle, catching

only we hadn’t lost the phone, we could have looked up the cooking method. Maybe it would have turned out better.”