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

Tastes Like &

“Did something

to be involved,

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

to talk to George about it but didn’t know

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

her face towards

met in the darkness.

gently kissed

heard a lot about Mr. Qin being innocent in matters of love. I originally thought Mr. Qin would

first move both times, even initiating

“You seem to be getting more

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

Am I

proactive moves

The following day.

boy deliver a new blanket.

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

a haze to find George coming in with a

Like a

door, the young boy caught a glimpse of Isabelle and

George agreed. “Yeah.”

say more, George shut

he found Isabelle wide awake,

caught again. What rotten

blanket out of the bag, saying,

Isabelle just said, “Next time,

kid from the slums buying a blanket would draw too

nodded. “Got it.”

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

working hard, and Isabelle, catching the aroma of the chicken soup,

we could have looked up the cooking method. Maybe it would have turned