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

Like &

asked, “Did something unexpected come

involved, probably related to Storm

the dark sky above, Clubs‘ words echoing in her

George about it but didn’t know how.

a while, feeling her emotions shifting. George leaned his forehead against hers, “It’s late, let’s not dwell on

turned her face towards him.

in the darkness.

kissed her

up, her tone casual yet 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 passive one in relationships.”

she had made the first move both times, even initiating

odd tone, “You seem to be getting

“I thought Miss Jenkins was emotionally mature, didn’t expect

Am I innocent?

continued, “Miss Jenkins’s proactive moves

The following day.

young boy deliver a new

wasn’t thick, but it was warmer and more comfortable than what

woke up in a haze to find George coming in

439 Tastes Like a Sewer

boy caught a glimpse of Isabelle and exclaimed with envy, “Your

George agreed. “Yeah.”

say more, George shut the

he found Isabelle wide awake, staring

awake.” He thought, Got caught again. What

this time, George seemed calmer. He pulled the blanket out of the bag, saying, “I’ll change

and seeming too tired to argue, Isabelle just said, “Next time,

buying a blanket

nodded. “Got

then poured her a glass of water, saying,

was working hard, and Isabelle, catching the aroma of the chicken soup,

smell. “If only we hadn’t lost the phone, we could have looked up the cooking method. Maybe it would