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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kabrite replied, ‘Inks like you won’t be sleeping

bushed in the small house, brake the stillness

I’ll

habelle was perplexed.

of satisfaction. “Because you never denied our relationship from

quiet, a bit

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

said you didn’t

gaze, choosing not to engage further.

clearly frustrated, snapped, “Immature

shot back, “Getting annoyed

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

ever heard me

Want to

you?”

he a masochist?

huddled close to Isabelle’s ear. “The kids are asleep. We should follow their lead.”

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Ch. 144 Dreams

“Then save it

tiched

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

shot back, “You’re seriously

thinks he can be

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 held them dear, as though they were a rare discovery, and eagerly presented them to Isabelle

it was the best pair of shoes he ever found with a

he

George dwindled

need for him to scrounge for food outdoors daily. Instead, he would hover around the bed, engaging in

simply sit back and watch silently.