Resurrecting the Genius Within

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Chapter 451 Present

Yeah, I’d rather feed the dogs.

He always works to get what he wants.

George’s gaze locked with hers, a gentle conviction in his deep voice as he uttered, “Even sans the cake, dreams find their way.” He paused, sincerity coloring his words. “This year, my birthday wish still echoes for your well–being.”

Isabelle’s serene eyes flitted with understanding.

His sincerity mirrored in his eyes as he spoke softly, “Remember last year? You gave me your wish last year, and I’ll add that to this one; both entwined with the thread of your safety.”

Isabelle’s lips parted slightly, curiosity gleaming, “What was your original intention

then?”

George confessed, his gaze momentarily averted, “Originally, it was selfish, but now, your safety encompasses my greatest selfish desire.”

“Not the answer to my question,” Isabelle said.

With a slight dip of his gaze, George confessed, “To wish for your affection.”

In Liam’s castle, that was his initial thought, yet her gift of wish was too precious, untouched by his reluctance, a testament to his resolve to earn it himself.

Isabelle remained composed, “And?”

In retrospect, it felt superfluous, thus remained dormant, untouched.

There was a moment of silence before George spoke with solemnity, “To ask for your hand in marriage.”

In the vicinity of Isabelle’s abode, beneath the canopy of stars, she halted him, sealing the moment with a kiss. In that fleeting embrace, hope blossomed, intertwining with the desire for a promising future together, the fervent wish to make her his wife soaring within him..

was

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his longing for a

nothing else was more important than her safety, even his wish of taking her hand

superstition, steadfast in his belief that destiny was a creation of man, impervious to the whims

mere safety; it

their shared space, the rhythm of George’s shower serving as a backdrop to

there, eyes shut in peaceful repose. His movements were gentle as he draped the blanket over her form, his gaze lingering on the serenity etched upon her slumbering visage.

himself captivated by her presence, an inexplicable desire stirring within

to kiss her was strong, he hesitated, wary of disrupting her rest or unsettling her peace.

mind drifted to the aftermath of his candid confession; would it weigh

fake Joshua earlier, the absence of a script, lingered in

as mere distractions–were they borne of the moment’s heat, or did

futility of dwelling on matters of the heart at this hour, George quelled his burgeoning apprehensions,

unnecessary concerns.

her the tumult of his emotions. With a determined exhale, he

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towel to its place, he retraced his steps to

light, he gently lifted the covers, slipping

her words laced

succumbed to sleep’s embrace.

George observed her closed eyes. Did she catch him stealing a glance?

her charade endearing, a faint smile tugging at his lips. Relief washed over him, knowing he hadn’t intruded upon her feigned

the bed for the couch, but alas, it’s too

matured to that extent; if she expressed discomfort, he’d

Isabelle’s silence lingered.

George remained nestled in the sheets.