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.

sincere, he said, “I

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him. her face inscrutable.

it my way, but… His lips brushed Isabelle’s

George harbored the awareness that intimacy would evade them for a while. He steeled himself for the prospect of being overlooked, resigned

became the catalyst for a tumult of emotions, stirring his heart and compelling him to seek solace, even at the

“You’re not one

audacity coursing through him. “Not at all.” His gaze met hers, a calm confidence radiating from his demeanor as he awaited her verdict, a subtle smile playing at the corners of his

She averted her gaze, feigning disinterest as her attention drifted to

smile gradually faded as he spoke, his tone resolute. “I’ll go look for

chimed in without hesitation.

of her injury. As

helping hand, assisting her as she

they extinguished the lights, plunging the room into darkness, and set out

few paces ahead, ensuring Isabelle’s safe passage through

the cloak of darkness, two figures traversed the quiet streets of the slum,

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softly

abode, another

slum stretched out before them as George guided them toward the market. Yet, as

of unease settled between

pivoted, casting a glance

locked in the darkness, a silent

sprawling

youngsters with the missing boy often spending his days

a distance, the pungent odor assaulted their

dilapidated structure, its walls collapsed in