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.

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pale skin created a striking contrast.

Finished

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

dropped her clothes and grabbed a pillow to cover

Isabelle

as if attempting to regain his composure.

with his fingers before skillfully securing it with the clip at the back

wound crossing her shoulder, there were two previously healed knife injuries on her back, resulting in unsightly pale scars.

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

her body bore additional

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

warmer than her

tensed slightly, murmuring, “I can’t even

smoothed cream onto the scars, softly rubbing them with his fingertips, ensuring they were fully covered.

felt cool against her

moved smoothly over her soft skin, mixing the

her body wash’s pleasant scent blended well

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didn’t miss any spots.

stayed focused on her

the scar on her upper back with cream, beneath which

gaze fixed on the scar left by the blade.

Finished

careful with this one, not because it

fingers wide,

her, tactfully avoiding the scar, and instead applied medication to a mark on her

after, his gaze returned to the