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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asked, “Did something unexpected come up?”

had to be involved, probably

at the dark sky above, Clubs‘ words echoing in

about it

against hers, “It’s late, let’s not dwell on it now. We’ll

her face towards him.

met in

kissed her

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

she had made the first move both times, even initiating the kiss before they

“You seem to be

Jenkins was emotionally mature, didn’t expect her to be so innocent.”

Am I

Jenkins’s proactive moves

The following day.

young boy

it was warmer and more comfortable than what Isabelle was

in a haze to find George coming

Like a

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

George agreed. “Yeah.”

boy could say more,

back, he found Isabelle wide awake, staring

He thought, Got caught again. What rotten luck.

calmer. He pulled the blanket out of the

argue, Isabelle just said,

kid from the slums buying a blanket would draw too much

nodded. “Got it.”

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

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

the phone, we could have