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.

and sincere, he said, “I have

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at him. her face inscrutable.

sense of cautious anticipation. “You might not see it my way, but… His lips brushed Isabelle’s cheek in a fleeting kiss, a gesture laden

the night his lips had grazed her neck in a tender moment, George harbored the awareness that intimacy would

shattered his equilibrium, leaving him unsettled and disquieted for days. Suddenly, his once familiar paramour became the catalyst

said, “You’re not one to fear death.”

through him. “Not at all.” His gaze met hers, a calm confidence radiating from

Isabelle’s response was evasive. She averted her gaze, feigning disinterest as her attention drifted to the

as he spoke, his tone resolute. “I’ll

chimed in without hesitation. “I’ll come with you.”

to rise from the bed, mindful of her injury. As long as she avoided aggravating the wound, she could

assisting her as

extinguished the lights, plunging the room into

a few paces ahead,

the cloak of darkness, two figures traversed the quiet streets

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echoing softly against the

another figure emerged into the night.

them toward the market. Yet, as they neared the

between them, palpable in the air.

a glance to

gazes locked in the darkness, a silent exchange

a sprawling garbage heap, a favored haunt of the local

youngsters with the missing boy often

a distance, the pungent odor assaulted

a dilapidated structure, its walls collapsed in disrepair.