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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Oh, I’ll sleep

habelle was perplexed.

“Because you never denied our relationship

stayed quiet, a bit annoyed

being thirty–one. You have your reasons, and I have

said you didn’t

choosing

snapped, “Immature kids are really annoying.”

shot back, “Getting annoyed yourself?”

the topic, “No, it feels like we’re parents whispering secrets after putting the kids to bed.”

ever heard me curse?’

“I heard you curse at Isaac. Want

with you?” Isabelle was speechless.

he a masochist?

and huddled close to Isabelle’s ear. “The kids are

You himbo.

speaking, “Consider yourself lucky that I can’t cause a

Ch. 144 Dreams

quipped back, “Then save it for later.”

tiched

they had was fraught with traps, waiting

shot back, “You’re seriously

be

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 by the

was the best pair of shoes he ever

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

dwindled

for food outdoors daily. Instead, he would hover

off, he’d simply