Resurrecting the Genius Within

Beborrects the Keith Within

Chapter 446 Ominous

At this rate, I’m going to raise a hunk for the woman I like. The mere thought of that filled him with so much rage, he wanted to crush the boy.

I just set myself up for a rockier path to romance.

That kid might be scrawny, but he’s not bad looking, clean, knows how to make the ladies happy, and he’s straightforward.

Though she knew what he was thinking, Isabelle asked, “What do you mean he’ll be raring to go?”

He’s jealous of that little boy? Wow, he’s petty.

The jealous George said, “You’re smart. You know what I’m trying to say.”

Isabelle mentioned, “He said he wanted to bring you a chocolate cake when he went out to play this afternoon.”

George replied, “I have no craving for his cake. And are you sure he’s not bringing two for you?”

Isabelle remarked, “That little rascal lacks affection. If you agree, he should be eager to call you dad.”

George smiled, his words carrying a subtle suggestion, “If you’re willing to make up for his lack of maternal love, I can accept it.”

Considering Isabelle’s youth, he couldn’t simply ask her to be a mother to the child. It would be inappropriate.

George added, “We can easily arrange where he goes next.”

Isabelle stayed quiet, but subtly revealed a small knife under the blanket by extending her hand slightly.

Seeing the glint of the knife, George fell silent, mesmerized by Isabelle’s fair face, and thought to himself, She’s so cute.

said,

auar une

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looked at him.

way, but… His lips brushed Isabelle’s cheek in a fleeting kiss, a gesture laden with silent resolve. “I’m ready to shoulder it

that intimacy would evade them for a

equilibrium, leaving him unsettled and disquieted for days. Suddenly, his once familiar paramour became the catalyst for a tumult of emotions, stirring his

one to fear

all.” His gaze met hers, a calm confidence radiating from his demeanor as he awaited

her gaze, feigning disinterest as her attention drifted to the shattered window, her voice trailing off.

he spoke, his tone

without hesitation.

from the bed, mindful of her injury. As long as she avoided aggravating the wound, she could manage some mobility.

her

room into darkness, and

way, George walked a few paces ahead, ensuring Isabelle’s safe passage through the

cloak of darkness, two figures traversed

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echoing softly against the pavernetit.

their humble abode, another figure

of the slum stretched out before them as George guided them toward the market. Yet, as they neared the outskirts,

unease settled between them, palpable

a glance to her

a silent exchange conveying

sprawling garbage heap, a favored

sifted through by the youngsters with the missing boy often

the pungent odor assaulted

stood a dilapidated structure, its walls collapsed in