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 a striking contrast.

Finished

tightening instinctively. His eyes grew slightly heated,

a pillow to cover her chest. She was only wearing a black bra.

Isabelle urged.

his teeth as if

quickly combing through it with his fingers before skillfully securing it with the

two previously healed knife injuries on her back, resulting in unsightly

gently ran his warm fingertips along the raised scar on

additional scars of its own.

of the man’s closeness. Suddenly, she felt

felt warmer than

“I can’t even tend to myself

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

felt cool against

over her soft skin,

mixed with her body wash’s pleasant scent blended well and reached his

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any spots. Sometimes, he looked up

and stayed focused

back with cream, beneath which lay another scar

the scar left by the

Finished

careful with this one, not because it was

three fingers wide, covered a big part

quick look at her, tactfully avoiding the scar, and instead applied medication to a mark

gaze returned to the scar hidden beneath the