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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replied, ‘Inks like you

consessatson, bushed in the small house, brake the stillness

only. Oh, I’ll sleep just

habelle was perplexed.

never denied our relationship from start

a bit annoyed

thirty–one. You have your reasons, and

said you didn’t

gaze, choosing not to engage further.

clearly frustrated, snapped, “Immature

shot back, “Getting annoyed yourself?”

George shifted the topic, “No, it feels like we’re parents whispering secrets after putting the kids to

you ever

heard you curse at Isaac. Want to curse at me?

you?” Isabelle was

a masochist?

huddled close to Isabelle’s ear. “The kids

You himbo.

lucky that I can’t cause a scene at the moment, or I’d kick you out

Ch. 144 Dreams

back, “Then save

tiched

they had was fraught with traps, waiting for the prey to

“You’re

be my

as the little boy went out to fetch chocolate cookies for Isabelle, he stumbled upon a pair of shoes. They were much too large for him, yet he

pair of shoes he

George. Now, however, he found himself growing increasingly comfortable in

with George dwindled as a result.

scrounge for food outdoors daily. Instead, he

off, he’d simply sit back