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,

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looked at him. her

a sense of cautious anticipation. “You might not see it my way, but… His lips brushed Isabelle’s

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

him unsettled and disquieted for days. Suddenly, his once familiar paramour became the

one

hers, a calm confidence radiating from his demeanor as he

attention drifted to the shattered window,

spoke, his tone resolute.

chimed in without hesitation.

mindful of her injury. As long as she avoided

a helping hand, assisting her as she slipped into her

the room into darkness, and

paces ahead, ensuring Isabelle’s

figures traversed the quiet

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softly

another figure emerged into the night.

George guided them toward the market. Yet, as they neared the outskirts, their search

of unease settled between them, palpable in the

a glance to her right.

locked in the darkness, a silent exchange conveying mutual understanding.

the slum loomed a sprawling garbage heap, a favored haunt of

thoroughly sifted through by the youngsters with the missing boy often spending his days

the pungent odor assaulted their

the landfill stood a dilapidated structure,