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

to be involved, probably

echoing in her mind: ‘Storm Shadow

to George about it but didn’t know how.

silent for a while, feeling her emotions shifting. George leaned his forehead against hers, “It’s late, let’s not dwell on it now. We’ll talk when

turned her

eyes met in the darkness.

gently kissed her

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

had made the first move both times,

an odd tone, “You seem to be getting

thought Miss Jenkins was emotionally

I innocent?

Jenkins’s proactive moves are quite limited.”

The following day.

the young boy deliver a new

comfortable than what Isabelle was using,

woke up in a haze to find George coming in with a

Like

glimpse of Isabelle and exclaimed with envy, “Your wife is

George agreed. “Yeah.”

could say more, George

Isabelle wide awake, staring

Got caught again. What

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

to argue, Isabelle just said, “Next time,

kid from the slums buying a blanket would draw

“Got

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

and Isabelle, catching the aroma of

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