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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looked at him. her face inscrutable.

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

a tender moment, George harbored the awareness that intimacy would evade them for a while. He steeled himself for the prospect of being overlooked, resigned to the

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

“You’re not one to fear

confidence radiating from his demeanor

was evasive. She averted her gaze, feigning disinterest as her attention drifted to

as he spoke, his

chimed in without hesitation.

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

her

they extinguished the lights, plunging the room into

way, George walked a few paces ahead, ensuring Isabelle’s safe passage

two figures traversed the

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footsteps echoing softly against the pavernetit.

humble abode, another

market. Yet, as they neared the outskirts, their search yielded no sign of the elusive ligure they sought.

of unease settled between them, palpable in the air.

glance to her right.

gazes locked in the darkness, a

the eastern edge of the slum loomed a sprawling

by the youngsters with

the pungent odor assaulted

dilapidated structure, its walls collapsed in