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

be involved, probably related to

the dark sky above, Clubs‘ words echoing in

to George about it but didn’t know

emotions shifting. George leaned his forehead against hers, “It’s late, let’s not dwell on it now.

her

eyes met in the

gently kissed

playful, “I’ve heard a lot about Mr. Qin

she had made the first move both times, even initiating the kiss before they went to Aviara.

commented with an odd tone, “You seem to be

“I thought Miss Jenkins was

Am I innocent?

proactive

The following day.

had the young boy deliver

was warmer and more comfortable than what Isabelle

to find George coming in with

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glimpse of Isabelle and exclaimed with envy, “Your

George agreed. “Yeah.”

could say more, George shut

wide awake, staring at him.

Got caught again. What rotten luck.

He pulled the blanket out of the bag, saying, “I’ll

Isabelle just

kid from the slums buying a blanket would draw

“Got

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

little stove in the corner was working hard, and Isabelle, catching the aroma of the chicken soup, muttered, “Fishy.”

only we hadn’t lost the phone, we could have looked up the cooking method. Maybe it would have turned out