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.

he said, “I

une

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at him. her

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

grazed her neck in a tender moment, George harbored the awareness that intimacy would evade them for a while. He steeled himself for the prospect

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

“You’re not one

hers, a calm confidence radiating

attention drifted to the shattered window,

spoke, his tone

hesitation. “I’ll come

bed, mindful of her injury. As long as she

her as she slipped into

the lights, plunging the room into

paces ahead, ensuring Isabelle’s safe passage through the dimness.

figures traversed the quiet streets of

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softly

outside their humble abode, another figure emerged

George guided them toward the market. Yet, as they neared the outskirts, their search yielded no sign of the

settled between them, palpable

glance to her

gazes locked in the darkness, a silent exchange

sprawling garbage heap, a

refuse there had been thoroughly sifted through by the youngsters with the missing boy often spending his days

pungent odor

landfill stood a dilapidated structure, its walls collapsed in