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..

fervent wish was simply for

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colored his longing for a shared

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

destiny was a creation of man, impervious to the whims of ghosts or deities. Yet, when

wish extended beyond mere safety;

George’s shower serving as a backdrop to her

movements were gentle as he draped the blanket over her form, his gaze lingering on

her presence, an

was strong, he hesitated, wary of disrupting her rest or unsettling her

to the aftermath of his candid confession; would it weigh upon her, burdening her with unwanted

their improvised performance for the fake Joshua earlier, the

the dismissal of relationships as mere distractions–were they borne of the moment’s heat, or did they reflect deeper sentiments?

this hour, George quelled his burgeoning apprehensions, unwilling

unnecessary concerns.

of love, he resolved to spare her the tumult of his emotions. With a determined exhale, he

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he retraced his steps to the bed.

lifted the covers, slipping beneath

the silence, her words laced with a hint of

succumbed to sleep’s embrace.

closed eyes. Did she catch him stealing a glance?

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

bed for the couch, but alas, it’s

hadn’t matured to that extent; if she expressed

Isabelle’s silence lingered.

nestled in the sheets.