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,

Oh, I’ll sleep just fine.”

habelle was perplexed.

satisfaction. “Because you never denied our relationship from start to finish.”

a bit annoyed with his self–assuredness.

“Just like you never denied being thirty–one. You have your reasons, and

said

gaze, choosing not to engage further.

frustrated, snapped, “Immature kids are

shot back, “Getting annoyed

it feels like we’re parents whispering secrets after putting the kids to bed.”

you ever heard me

curse at Isaac. Want to curse

matter with you?”

a masochist?

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

You himbo.

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

Ch. 144 Dreams

save it

tiched

traps, waiting for the prey

“You’re seriously delusional.”

be my partner

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

pair of

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

George dwindled as a result.

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

he’d simply sit back and watch silently.