Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 440 Taking a Bath

Outside the door, there were suddenly many footsteps and voices. George immediately went to the door.

The small house was built with stones and mud, with a shaky little wooden door. George looked out through the crack at the top of the door, where several children were gathered outside.

George walked back and said, “They must have been attracted by the smell of chicken soup. People here hardly get enough to eat, they might not even have a decent meal in a month, let alone meat.

George said, “We’ll leave when you’re able to walk.”

The slums were a good hideout, but they stuck out like a sore thumb here, even if they stayed indoors, even if he ditched his fancy clothes and tried to blend in.

Another day passed without any trouble.

As night crept in, the slum was cast in darkness, with just a few dim lights here and there, and everyone had already shut themselves in for the night.

George boiled some water, getting ready to help Isabelle clean up.

Isabelle watched him bustling around with one hand injured when he brought the water over and lifted her blanket to start unbuttoning her clothes.

Just as he unbuttoned one…

Isabelle said. “How many times have you done this?”

The light inside the small house was very dim, even the linde bulb on the ceiling was encrusted, having witnessed the passing of many generations.

To avoid any awkwardness, George didn’t hesitate after fetching the water. He smoothly started to help her undress.

But Isabelle always seemed to hid a way to spike” him at crucial moments

back with her

how many times he

mouth betrayed no

eyes with him.

slightly stiff, unsure how

entirely wrong. If she could

his throat. “Uh… I didn’t see

but her eyes hinted at some teasing and playfulness. “Seems like there’s

“No, it’s

eyebrow. “Then

thoughts in that situation,

are you going to take a good look this

Can this bath be over already?

“I just got your consent.”

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changed my mind–carry

him like that and not saying anything, how could he stay calm and help

Isabelle considerately turned her face away,

a bit

especially the one on her shoulder,

the buttons on her chest were undone,

a hint of ambiguity because of that

wasn’t awake. He was worried about her, and she didn’t tease him, she even passed out before

of them were wide

he wouldn’t be as clumsy as he was now, and his mind wouldn’t be running wild, making it