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

to be involved, probably related

the dark sky above, Clubs‘ words echoing in

George about it but didn’t know

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

her face towards

met in the

kissed

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

first move both times,

odd tone, “You seem to be getting more

“I thought Miss Jenkins was emotionally mature, didn’t

I innocent?

continued, “Miss Jenkins’s proactive moves

The following day.

the young boy deliver a new

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

haze to find George coming in with

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

George agreed. “Yeah.”

more,

he found Isabelle wide awake,

caught again. What

this time, George seemed calmer. He pulled the blanket out of the bag, saying, “I’ll

just said, “Next

a blanket would draw too much

nodded. “Got it.”

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

working hard, and Isabelle,

we hadn’t lost the phone, we could have looked up

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