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 won’t be sleeping tonight.”

the small

Oh, I’ll sleep just

habelle was perplexed.

of satisfaction. “Because you never

quiet, a bit annoyed

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

said you

her gaze, choosing not

clearly frustrated, snapped, “Immature kids are

“Getting annoyed

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

ever heard me curse?’

at Isaac. Want to curse

you?” Isabelle

he a masochist?

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

You himbo.

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

Ch. 144 Dreams

save it for

tiched

fraught with traps, waiting for the prey to

shot back, “You’re seriously delusional.”

be my

much too large for him, yet he held them dear, as though

best pair of shoes he ever found with

only dared to approach George. Now, however, he found himself growing increasingly comfortable in Isabelle’s presence, peppering her with all manner

dwindled

food outdoors daily. Instead, he would hover around the bed,

Isabelle brushed him off, he’d simply sit back and watch silently.