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 up?”

unexpected had to be involved, probably related

echoing in her mind:

wanted to talk to George about it but didn’t

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

slowly turned her face towards him.

eyes met in the darkness.

gently kissed her

away, looking back up, her tone casual yet a bit playful, “I’ve heard a lot about Mr. Qin being innocent

times, even initiating the kiss before they

tone, “You seem to

was emotionally mature,

Am I innocent?

proactive moves

The following day.

young boy deliver

and more comfortable

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

439 Tastes Like

a glimpse of Isabelle and exclaimed with envy, “Your wife

George agreed. “Yeah.”

could say more, George

found Isabelle wide awake,

thought, Got caught again. What rotten

blanket out of the

and seeming too tired to argue, Isabelle just

from the slums buying a blanket would draw too much attention.

nodded. “Got it.”

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

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

“If only we hadn’t lost the phone, we could have looked up the