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 exposed.

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dark hair and pale skin created

Finished

eyes grew slightly heated, and Adam’s

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

here, Isabelle

teeth as if attempting to

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

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

ran his warm fingertips along the raised scar

bore additional scars of its own.

she

felt warmer than

slightly, murmuring, “I can’t even tend to

scars, softly rubbing them with his fingertips, ensuring they were fully

cool against

fingers moved smoothly over her soft skin, mixing the cream and

body wash’s pleasant scent blended well

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carefully applied the medicine, ensuring he didn’t miss any spots. Sometimes, he

stayed focused on her

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

gaze fixed on the

Finished

upper back, he had been careful with this one,

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

look at her, tactfully avoiding the scar, and instead applied medication to a mark on her lower right back, near

returned to the scar hidden beneath the