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 & Sewer

asked, “Did something unexpected

be involved, probably

sky above, Clubs‘ words echoing in her mind: ‘Storm Shadow

George about

his forehead against hers, “It’s late, let’s

slowly turned her face

met in

kissed

up, her tone casual yet a bit playful, “I’ve heard a lot about Mr. Qin being innocent in matters of love. I

had made the first move both times, even initiating the kiss before

odd tone, “You seem to be getting more proactive.”

thought Miss Jenkins was emotionally

Am I innocent?

continued, “Miss Jenkins’s proactive moves are quite

The following day.

had the young boy

comfortable than what

woke up in a haze to find George

Like a Sewer

the young boy caught a glimpse of Isabelle

George agreed. “Yeah.”

more, George

wide awake, staring

He thought, Got caught again. What rotten

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

just said, “Next time, don’t take such

slums buying a blanket would draw too much attention.

nodded. “Got it.”

poured her a glass of water, saying, “I made chicken soup for you to nourish

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

could have looked up the