Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 444 Dreams

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The boy said, I think your boyfriend’s asleep. He’s not even looking at us. And he looks young.

He’s al I’m 19. You might wanna rethink that

The boy made the calculation in his head. “Tons of old geezers here marry young ladies. They’re sixty, and their wives are seventeen. Your boyfriend’s not old at all.”

Isabelle arched an eyebrow, her expression animated. “Next to a 60–year–old, he’s definitely young, she said, turning her gaze to George.

Despite the darkness, George’s discomfort was evident.

Isabelle’s voice dropped, and she remarked, not too kindly, “I can’t believe you have to be compared to a 60–year–old to look young.”

George remained silent.

The little boy spoke up again, “I envy your partner. He gets to marry someone as beautiful as you.”

Isabelle’s eyes met George’s. “He envies you too,” she said with a knowing look.

The boy, puzzled, asked, “What do I have that he could envy?”

In the darkness, Isabelle smirked and whispered a single word to George, “Age.”

The little boy protested, “That’s not something to envy! I want to grow up fast. I hope I can be as tall and handsome as your partner and marry a beautiful woman like you.”

Lost in dreams of the future, he drifted off to sleep, his soft coughs the only sound.

After a long silence, George finally spoke, his voice low and grumbling, “It’s thirty and nineteen. That’s an eleven–year gap, not twelve.”

Isabelle shrugged. “Same difference.”

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‘Inks like you won’t be sleeping tonight.”

bushed in the small house,

Oh, I’ll sleep

habelle was perplexed.

a surge of satisfaction. “Because you never denied our relationship from start to

stayed quiet, a bit annoyed with his

never denied being thirty–one. You have

“You said you didn’t mind.

her gaze, choosing not to engage

snapped, “Immature kids are

shot back, “Getting annoyed

feels like we’re parents whispering

you ever

“I heard you curse at Isaac. Want to curse at me? I’m

with you?” Isabelle was speechless.

a masochist?

Isabelle’s ear. “The kids are asleep. We should

You himbo.

deeply before speaking, “Consider yourself lucky that I can’t cause a scene at the moment, or I’d kick

Ch. 144 Dreams

“Then save it for later.”

tiched

had was fraught with traps,

back, “You’re

he can be my

pair of shoes. They were much too large for him, yet he held them dear, as though they were a

of shoes he ever found with

had only dared to approach George. Now, however, he found

George dwindled as

there was no need for him to scrounge for food outdoors daily. Instead, he would hover around the bed, engaging

him off, he’d simply sit back and watch silently.