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.

was utterly

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dark hair and pale skin created a

Finished

breath hitched momentarily, his grip on the hairpin tightening instinctively. His eyes grew slightly heated,

clothes and grabbed a pillow to cover her chest. She was only wearing a black bra.

here, Isabelle urged.

as if attempting to

hairpin in hand, George gathered her lengthy hair, quickly combing through it with his fingers before skillfully securing it with the clip at the back of her neck, revealing her slim and graceful neck.

previously

ran his warm fingertips along the raised scar on her shoulder, feeling a

bore additional scars of its own.

Suddenly, she felt a warm, gentle pressure against her shoulder, his breath brushing against

lips felt warmer than

murmuring, “I can’t even tend to

the couch, George smoothed cream onto the scars, softly rubbing them with

cool

warm fingers moved smoothly over her soft skin,

with her body wash’s pleasant scent blended well and reached his

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Beneath the

miss any spots. Sometimes,

the pillow and stayed focused on her phone throughout.

beneath which lay another scar from a sharp

on the scar left by

Finished

with this one, not because it was worse but because

three fingers wide, covered a big part of

instead applied medication to a mark on her lower right back, near her

his gaze returned to the scar hidden beneath