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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you won’t be sleeping tonight.”

bushed in the small house, brake the stillness

Oh, I’ll

habelle was perplexed.

satisfaction. “Because you never denied

a bit annoyed with his

being thirty–one. You have your

shrugged. “You said

gaze, choosing not

frustrated, snapped, “Immature kids

“Getting annoyed

the topic, “No, it feels like we’re

you ever heard me curse?’

“I heard you curse at Isaac. Want to curse at me?

you?” Isabelle

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Isabelle’s ear. “The kids

You himbo.

cause a scene at the moment, or

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quipped back, “Then save

tiched

was fraught with traps, waiting for the prey to

shot back, “You’re seriously delusional.”

be

as the 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

pair of shoes he ever

to approach George. Now, however, he found himself growing increasingly comfortable in Isabelle’s presence,

George dwindled as a

him to scrounge for food outdoors daily. Instead, he would hover around the bed, engaging in conversation with Isabelle whenever

Isabelle brushed him off, he’d simply sit back