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 simply for her

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for a shared future.

nothing else was more important than her

creation of man, impervious to the whims of ghosts or deities.

mere safety; it encompassed his tranquility.

rhythm of George’s shower serving as a backdrop to her reverie. Her gaze wandered

his ablutions, he found her lying there, eyes shut in peaceful repose. His movements were gentle

found himself captivated by her

he hesitated, wary of disrupting her

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

for the fake Joshua earlier, the absence of a

dismissal of relationships as mere distractions–were they borne of

futility of dwelling on matters of the heart at this hour, George

unnecessary concerns.

tumult of his

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he retraced his steps to

light, he gently lifted the covers, slipping beneath them with a quiet resolve.

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

to

observed her closed eyes. Did she catch him stealing

her charade endearing, a faint smile tugging at his lips. Relief

George countered, “I’d gladly trade the bed for

hadn’t matured to that extent; if she expressed discomfort,

Isabelle’s silence lingered.

remained nestled in