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..

wish was simply for her

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longing for a

more important than her safety, even his wish of taking her hand in

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

mere safety; it encompassed his

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

movements were gentle as he draped the blanket over her

mid–action, George found himself captivated by her presence, an inexplicable desire stirring

strong, he hesitated, wary of disrupting her rest

the aftermath of his candid confession; would it weigh upon her,

the fake Joshua earlier, the absence of

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

on matters of the heart at this hour, George quelled his burgeoning apprehensions, unwilling to burden himself with

unnecessary concerns.

tumult of his emotions. With a determined exhale, he

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towel to its place, he retraced his steps to the bed.

the covers, slipping beneath them

voice pierced the silence, her words laced with

succumbed to

gaze, George observed her closed eyes. Did she

endearing, a faint smile tugging at his

for

to that extent; if she expressed discomfort, he’d readily comply.

Isabelle’s silence lingered.

nestled in the