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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like you won’t be sleeping tonight.”

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only. Oh, I’ll sleep just fine.”

habelle was perplexed.

of satisfaction. “Because you never denied our relationship from

quiet, a bit annoyed with his self–assuredness.

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

shrugged. “You said you didn’t

averted her gaze, choosing

clearly frustrated, snapped, “Immature kids are

back, “Getting

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

“Have you ever heard me

at Isaac. Want to curse at me? I’m

with you?” Isabelle

he a masochist?

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

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Ch. 144 Dreams

“Then save it for later.”

tiched

they had was fraught with traps, waiting for the prey

back, “You’re

thinks he can be

too large for him, yet he

the best pair of shoes he ever

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

with George dwindled as a result.

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

Isabelle brushed him off, he’d simply