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

be involved, probably related to Storm

words echoing in her mind: ‘Storm

about it but

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

her face

eyes met in

gently kissed

bit playful, “I’ve heard a lot about Mr. Qin being innocent in matters of love. I originally thought Mr. Qin would

move both times, even

odd tone, “You seem to be getting more

and retorted, “I thought Miss Jenkins was emotionally

I innocent?

continued, “Miss Jenkins’s proactive moves are quite

The following day.

boy deliver

wasn’t thick, but it was warmer and more comfortable than what Isabelle was using, and

find George coming in

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

George agreed. “Yeah.”

could say more, George

wide awake, staring at him.

He thought, Got caught again. What

the blanket out of the bag, saying,

just said, “Next time, don’t take such

kid from the slums buying a blanket would draw

nodded. “Got it.”

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

and Isabelle, catching the aroma of the chicken soup, muttered,

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