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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“Did something unexpected come

to be involved, probably related to Storm Shadow.

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

to talk to George about it but

his forehead against hers, “It’s

turned her

in

kissed her forehead.

casual yet a bit playful, “I’ve heard a lot about Mr. Qin being innocent in

all, she had made the first move both times, even initiating

an odd tone, “You seem

thought Miss Jenkins was

Am I

proactive moves are

The following day.

boy deliver

thick, but it was warmer and more comfortable

haze to find George

Like a

glimpse of Isabelle and exclaimed with envy, “Your

George agreed. “Yeah.”

more, George

wide awake, staring at him.

He thought, Got caught again. What

He pulled the blanket out of

tired to argue, Isabelle just said, “Next time, don’t take such risks.”

a blanket would

nodded. “Got

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

in the corner was working hard, and Isabelle, catching the

hadn’t lost the phone, we could have looked up the cooking method. Maybe