Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 467 Beneath the Surface

Two jars of cream sat on the table.

Finisher!

George came closer, looking at the girl with kindness, a smile about to appear.

Isabelle grabbed the partly–used tonic bowl from the table and said, “Start with

this.

George didn’t hesitate. He swiftly took the bowl and drank the tonic.

Upon finishing the tonic, George grinned and commented, “Yves whipped this up for you.”

Placing the bowl aside, he grabbed the cream from the table and glanced at Isabelle’s flowing hair. “Need a hand with tying up your hair?”

There’s a hair clip on the bathroom sink.

I’ll get it.

George made his way to the bathroom to get the hair clip.

When he returned, he stopped at the sight of the girl on the couch.

The couch was placed perpendicular to the bathroom, with the girl facing away from him, raising her arms to take off the nightgown by pulling it up from the

hem.

The nightgown wasn’t a slip–on design but rather a button–up one. Isabelle appeared to find unbuttoning it too much of a hassle, choosing instead to discard it in a single fluid movement.

George’s gaze was caught by a vast expanse of snow–white skin.

Her slender back and waist, became more defined with each movement, accentuating her curves and giving her figure an elegant grace. Her waist curved in an S shape as she undressed, revealing the delicate and beautiful butterfly bones. on her back.

physiqué was utterly exposed.

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her dark hair and pale

Finished

hitched momentarily, his grip on the hairpin tightening instinctively. His eyes grew slightly heated, and Adam’s apple moved

a pillow to cover her chest.

here, Isabelle

as if attempting to regain his composure.

towards the sofa, hairpin in hand, George gathered her lengthy hair, quickly combing through it with his fingers before skillfully securing it with the clip

previously

scar on

her body bore additional scars of its

she felt a warm, gentle pressure against her

felt warmer than

murmuring, “I can’t even tend to myself

the scars, softly rubbing them with his fingertips, ensuring they were

cream felt cool against her skin.

soft skin, mixing the cream and

cream mixed with her body wash’s pleasant scent blended

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carefully applied the medicine, ensuring he didn’t miss any

clutched the pillow and stayed focused on her phone

with cream, beneath which lay another scar from a sharp blade about

his gaze fixed on the scar

Finished

upper back, he had been careful with this one, not because it was worse but because it

fingers wide, covered a big part of

and instead applied medication to a

the scar hidden beneath the