Resurrecting the Genius Within

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Chapter 440 Taking a Bath Outside the door, there were suddenly many footsteps and voices. George immediately went to the door.

The small house was built with stones and mud, with a shaky little wooden door. George looked out through the crack at the top of the door, where several children were gathered outside.

George walked back and said, "They must have been attracted by the smell of chicken soup. People here hardly get enough to eat, they might not even have a decent meal in a month, let alone meat.

George said, "We'll leave when you're able to walk." The slums were a good hideout, but they stuck out like a sore thumb here, even if they stayed indoors, even if he ditched his fancy clothes and tried to blend in.

Another day passed without any trouble.

As night crept in, the slum was cast in darkness, with just a few dim lights here and there, and everyone had already shut themselves in for the night.

George boiled swater, getting ready to help Isabelle clean up.

Isabelle watched him bustling around with one hand injured when he brought the water over and lifted her blanket to start unbuttoning her clothes.

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Just as he unbuttoned one...

Isabelle said. "How many times have you done this?" The light inside the small house was very dim, even the linde bulb on the ceiling was encrusted, having witnessed the passing of many generations.

To avoid any awkwardness, George didn't hesitate after fetching the water. He smoothly started to help her undress.

But Isabelle always seemed to hid a way to spike" him at crucial moments She never held back with her work.

subconsciously.counting how many times he had undressed her before.

But his mouth betrayed no emotion. "What?" Isabelle locked eyes with him. “Do you like it?" George swallowed nervously, his expression slightly stiff, unsure how to react.

He wasn't entirely wrong. If she could speak, she'd definitely leave him speechless.

He cleared his throat. “Uh... I didn't see clearly." Isabelle kept her expression cool, but her eyes hinted at steasing and playfulness. "Seems like there's not much that's catching your eye." George immediately responded, "No, it's not like that." Isabelle raised an eyebrow. "Then what is it?" George replied. "If I had any other thoughts in that situation, it'd be pretty wild." Isabelle asked, "So, are you going to take a good look this time?" George thought, Can this bath be over already? He said, "I just got your consent." T1 Isabelle replied, “I haven't changed my mind-carry on." George held onto the buttons but didn't move. With her staring at him like that and not saying anything, how could he stay calm and help her wash? Seeing George hesitating, Isabelle considerately turned her face away, not looking at him.

George calmed his heart a bit before continuing.

She was only wearing a thin garment, with several deep wounds visible, especially the one on her shoulder, making it inconvenient to wear underwear.

As soon as the buttons on her chest were undone, a glimpse of fair skin was revealed.

The dim light that could have partially obscured the view now added a hint of ambiguity because of that fair skin, creating an enticing allure.

The last the helped her wash up, she wasn't awake. He was worried about her, and she didn't tease him, she even passed out before he could finish washing her.

But this time, both of them were wide awake.

Even though he was dealing with someone he liked, George's self-control wasn't that bad. If Isabelle didn't tease him, he wouldn't be as clumsy as he was now, and his mind wouldn't be running wild, making it hard for him to stop.

The damp towel carefully avoided her wounds as it gently wiped over her skin. His fingers couldn't help but brush against her soft body. With •E.. limited resources, the towel felt rough, but he could still tell the difference between his fingers and the fabric.

In the small room, you could only occasionally hear the sound of m running water, along with the man's breath getting clearer. In the dim depths of his eyes, there was a patch of fair skin.

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Tfelt like it was crawling by, and George, unable to help but sneak a glance, had to force himself to stay focused.

For George, this was like a super tough test, almost making him want to recite a calming mantra to get through it.

His burning-hot palm gently hooked onto her waist, lifting it a bit to carefully wipe her lower back with the towel.

This challenging task George had busied himself with finally cto an end.

He let out a quiet sigh, helping her get dressed.

Button by button, he covered the exposed skin, and his movements! were a bit stiff, but fortunately, it n: didn't slow him down much. After calming down a bit, he finally dared to lift his gaze to look at her.

But he saw Isabelle's face turned to the side her slender neck drawing out delicate Chapter 440 Taking a Bath lines.

He wasn't sure if she had noticed, but her ears and neck were tinged with a faint pink. Seeing this, George bent down and gently kissed her tender neck.

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