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.

stunning physiqué was utterly

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pale

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

pillow to cover her chest. She was only

here, Isabelle

clenched his teeth as if attempting

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

addition to the wound crossing her shoulder, there were two previously healed knife injuries on

ran his warm fingertips along the raised scar on her shoulder, feeling a rush of affection.

bore additional scars of its own.

pillow, absorbed in her phone, aware of the man’s closeness. Suddenly, she felt a warm, gentle pressure against her

felt warmer than

even

scars, softly rubbing them with his fingertips, ensuring they

cool against her skin.

warm fingers moved smoothly over her soft skin, mixing the cream and creating a gentle warmth.

body wash’s pleasant scent blended

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he didn’t miss any spots. Sometimes, he looked up to

stayed focused on her

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

on the scar left

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

of fabric, about three fingers wide, covered a

instead applied

after, his gaze returned to the scar hidden