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 have a request.”

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him. her face

it my way, but… His lips brushed Isabelle’s cheek in a fleeting kiss, a gesture laden with

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

proclamation of affection shattered his equilibrium, leaving him unsettled and disquieted for days. Suddenly, his once familiar paramour became the catalyst for a tumult of emotions, stirring his heart and compelling him to seek solace, even at the peril of his own

not one to fear death.”

time, George felt a surge of audacity coursing through him. “Not at all.” His gaze met hers, a calm confidence radiating from his demeanor as

as her attention drifted

spoke, his tone resolute. “I’ll

without hesitation.

Isabelle managed to rise from the bed, mindful of her injury. As long as

assisting her as she slipped into her shoes.

the room into darkness, and set out

walked a few paces ahead, ensuring Isabelle’s

of darkness, two figures traversed the quiet streets of

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softly against the

humble abode, another figure emerged into the night.

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

of unease settled between

glance to

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

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

through by the youngsters with the missing

from a distance, the pungent

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