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.”

small house, brake the stillness

I’ll sleep just fine.”

habelle was perplexed.

felt a surge of satisfaction. “Because you never

stayed quiet, a bit

thirty–one. You have your reasons,

said you didn’t mind.

her gaze, choosing not to engage further.

clearly frustrated, snapped, “Immature kids are really

“Getting annoyed

shifted the topic, “No, it feels like we’re parents whispering

“Have you ever heard

heard you curse at Isaac. Want

the matter with you?” Isabelle was speechless.

a

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

You himbo.

can’t cause a scene at the moment, or I’d

Ch. 144 Dreams

back, “Then save it for

tiched

traps, waiting for the prey to fall victim.

back, “You’re

can be

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

of shoes he ever found with

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

with George dwindled as a result.

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

he’d simply sit