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

439 Tastes Like

asked, “Did something

involved, probably related to Storm Shadow.

at the dark sky above, Clubs‘ words echoing in her mind:

talk to George about it

for a while, feeling her emotions shifting. George leaned his forehead against hers, “It’s late, let’s

slowly turned her face

in the darkness.

kissed her

about Mr. Qin being innocent in matters of love. I originally thought Mr. Qin would be the passive one

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

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

thought Miss Jenkins was emotionally mature, didn’t expect her to be so innocent.”

I innocent?

continued, “Miss Jenkins’s proactive moves are quite

The following day.

had the young boy deliver a new

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

George coming

Like a Sewer

Isabelle

George agreed. “Yeah.”

the boy could say more, George shut

wide awake, staring at

thought, Got caught again. What rotten luck.

seemed calmer. He pulled the blanket out of the bag, saying, “I’ll change the bedsheet for

seeming too tired to argue, Isabelle just said, “Next time, don’t take such

buying a blanket would draw too much

“Got

of water, saying, “I made chicken soup for you to nourish

in the corner was working hard, and Isabelle, catching

smell. “If only we hadn’t lost the phone, we could have