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

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dark hair and pale skin created a striking

Finished

His eyes grew slightly heated,

cover her chest. She was only wearing

Isabelle

as if attempting to regain his composure.

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

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

warm fingertips along the raised scar on her shoulder,

additional scars

pillow, absorbed in her phone, aware of the man’s closeness. Suddenly, she felt

lips felt warmer than

murmuring, “I can’t even tend to myself in

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

cool against her

over her soft skin, mixing the cream and creating a

with her body wash’s pleasant scent blended well and

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Beneath the Surface

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

clutched the pillow and stayed focused on her

scar on her upper back with cream, beneath which lay another scar from a sharp blade

the scar left

Finished

careful with this one,

fingers wide,

scar, and instead applied medication to a

his gaze returned to the scar hidden beneath