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 up?”

had to be involved, probably related to Storm Shadow.

Clubs‘ words echoing in

to talk to George about

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

her face towards him.

in

kissed her

“I’ve heard a lot about Mr. Qin being innocent in matters of love. I

made the first move both times, even initiating the kiss before they went to

“You seem to be

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

I innocent?

continued, “Miss Jenkins’s proactive

The following day.

young boy

warmer and more comfortable than what Isabelle was using, and it was

haze to find George coming in with a

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

George agreed. “Yeah.”

the boy could say more, George

back, he found Isabelle wide

He thought, Got caught again. What

out of the

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

from the slums buying a blanket would

“Got it.”

a glass of water, saying, “I

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

lost the phone, we could have looked up the cooking method.