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

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asked, “Did something

had to be involved, probably related to Storm Shadow.

stared at the dark sky above, Clubs‘ words echoing in her mind: ‘Storm Shadow died for you.’

to George about it

shifting. George leaned his forehead against hers, “It’s late,

her

in the

kissed her forehead.

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

the first move both times, even initiating

odd tone, “You seem

Jenkins was emotionally mature,

I

proactive moves are quite

The following day.

young boy

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

up in a haze to find George coming in with a blanket.

Like

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

George agreed. “Yeah.”

the boy could say more, George shut the

wide awake,

He thought, Got caught again. What rotten luck.

blanket out of the bag,

tired to argue, Isabelle just said, “Next time, don’t

a blanket would

nodded. “Got it.”

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

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