Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 459 Don’t Move 

His tone was gentle, despite the unease in his heart. 

Isabelle asked, “Does it matter?” 

“Of course,” George replied seriously. 

“If it’s the former, then I’d be overjoyed. But if it’s the latter, I only accept that you give yourself to me without breaking ties with me.” 

He smiled mischievously. 

“If I can’t have both, then I’d rather stop here. I’d rather have a flirtatious relationship with you for a lifetime than lose you.” 

George removed her hands from his collar and gently caressed her blushing face. Then he pecked her lips. 

“Isabelle, you’re humiliating me if you think that I’d be happy after you reciprocated my feelings with your body.” 

Isabelle remained silent as they stared at each other. 

In the end, Isabelle relented. 

“What a killjoy,” she said awkwardly as she looked at George, who was being righteous. 

Then she rested her head on his chest. 

George embraced her and stroked the back of her head as she played with her hair. 

The small room was filled with the sound of their uneven breathing. 

After a moment of silence, Isabelle broke the silence. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“You’re going to be at the losing end, Mr. Harris.” 

Isabelle stared quietly at a spot while listening to George’s heartbeat. 

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He held her closet and rested his chin on the top of her head. “If we must calculate saint and lovers, then I’m not losing out on anything” 

The gentle yet powerful words hit her hard. 

Balvile remained silent. 

He gently stroked the back of her head and suddenly chuckled. “When I was a kid, my mother brought me to a fortuneteller. The fortuneteller said I would have a big family in the future. And I’m only going to have such a family with you. 

Isabelle teased him, “That’s ridiculous.” 

But fortunetelling was quite normal compared to the rebirth of the soul. 

She lay on top of George, not really listening to his nonsense. But after a moment, curiosity got the better of her, and she asked, “Did you really go to a fortuneteller?” 

“Of course.” 

Isabelle slightly smirked and was about to get up. 

But George held her tight to stop her from moving. 

“Don’t move. You got a bit wild just now,” he said with closed eyes. 

His mind may have calmed down, but his body still hadn’t. 

Isabelle laughed cheekily. 

George remained calm as he took note of this. 

She kindly asked, “Do you want me to needle you?” 

“It’s fine.” 

Isabelle raised an eyebrow and thought of something interesting. “Should I give you some privacy? Do you want to finish it by yourself in the bathroom?” 

Sensing something off in her words, George opened his eyes and looked at her. “What are you thinking?” 

“Mr. Harris. vou don’t have to be ashamed. It’s normal for men to do that.” Isabelle 

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You seemed to know a lot, 

Isabelle reminded George, “You’re so pent–up that you’ve forgotten I’m a doctor? 

“Are you sure you can calm down while holding me like this? Don’t hurt yourself trying to avoid losing composure. That would be a big loss.” 

As a doctor, she was avoiding technical terms and being mindful of his feelings and situation. 

However, Isabelle’s advice only fueled George’s desire, which he had just managed to suppress. 

“Hush!” George gritted his teeth. 

He couldn’t even listen to her voice now. 

Isabelle teased, “Are you sure you don’t need my help?” 

She expected George to refuse her again, but he said, “You’re injured. I’ll ask for your help next time.” 

He then grabbed a blanket and covered Isabelle with it. 

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