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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and pale skin created a striking contrast.

Finished

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

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

here, Isabelle urged.

his teeth as if attempting to regain his

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,

wound crossing her shoulder, there were two previously healed

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

bore additional scars

aware of the man’s closeness. Suddenly, she felt a warm, gentle pressure against her shoulder, his breath brushing

warmer than her skin.

even tend to

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

cream felt cool

skin, mixing the

mixed with her body wash’s pleasant scent blended

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ensuring he didn’t miss any spots. Sometimes, he looked up to check on her.

the pillow and stayed focused on

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

gaze fixed on the

Finished

careful with this one, not because it was worse but because it was partly hidden by

strip of fabric, about three fingers wide, covered a big part of

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

returned to the scar hidden beneath the