Resurrecting the Genius Within

Behitrecting the genius Witton

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..

fervent wish was

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for a shared future.

in the face of danger, nothing else was more important than her safety,

impervious to the whims of

beyond mere safety; it encompassed his tranquility.

space, the rhythm of George’s shower

her lying 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

himself captivated by her presence, an inexplicable desire stirring within him.

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

of his candid confession; would it weigh upon her, burdening her with

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

of disinterest in marriage, the dismissal of relationships as mere distractions–were they borne

the futility of dwelling on matters of the heart at this

unnecessary concerns.

with matters of love, he resolved to spare her the tumult of his emotions. With a

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place, he

the dim light, he gently lifted the covers, slipping beneath them

slumber, Isabelle’s voice pierced the silence, her words laced with a hint of playfulness, “Mr. Harris, your bed–entry skills are improving by

hadn’t succumbed to sleep’s

gaze, George observed her closed eyes. Did she catch him

at his lips. Relief washed over him,

gladly trade the bed for the couch, but alas, it’s too snug

hadn’t matured to that extent; if she expressed discomfort, he’d readily comply.

Isabelle’s silence lingered.

nestled in the sheets.