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

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looked 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

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 of being

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

said, “You’re not one to fear death.”

met hers, a calm confidence radiating from his demeanor as he awaited

response was evasive. She averted her gaze, feigning disinterest as her attention drifted to the shattered window, her voice trailing off.

his tone resolute. “I’ll go look for

chimed in without hesitation. “I’ll

her injury. As long as she avoided aggravating the wound,

assisting her as she slipped into her shoes.

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

paces ahead, ensuring Isabelle’s safe

figures traversed the quiet streets of the slum,

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softly

humble abode, another figure emerged

slum stretched out before them as George guided them toward the market. Yet, as they neared the outskirts, their search yielded no sign

settled between them, palpable in the

casting a glance to her

darkness, a silent exchange conveying mutual

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

time, the refuse there had been thoroughly sifted through by the youngsters with

a distance, the pungent odor assaulted

to the landfill stood a dilapidated structure, its walls collapsed in disrepair.