Resurrecting the Genius Within (Calypso Rain) novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237 Charged 

In the room, there was only a bed, a table, and a chair; there was not even an extra blanket or sheet to cushion the floor beside the bed. 

Isabelle looked at the simple bed, wondering how they would manage to sleep. 

George said. “I’ll sit there; you can sleep on the bed.” 

He walked to the chair by the window and sat down. George said, “Having a place out of the wind bears sleeping on the street. It’s perfect; I’ll keep watch for you.” 

Just letting him enter the room was a surprise for George. 

She glanced at him, remained silent for a moment, then simply got into bed. 

George turned off the light for her and said, “Goodnight.” 

The place was run–down. The window wouldn’t close properly, and the wind kept tapping against the frame, chilling the room as it seeped in through the cracks. 

George noticed this from his seat by the window, so he reached out and grabbed the rattling window frame. The room immediately grew quieter, but unfortunately, the window was still warped and wouldn’t close tightly. 

In this bitingly cold weather, one wanted to bundle up entirely. George’s hand gripping the window frame was starting to freeze. 

There was a rustling sound from the bed as Isabelle moved over and lifted half of the blanket. She invited, “Come and sleep here. 

Her voice was light with her usual indifference, adding to the room’s quietness and making it even harder to discern any warmth. 

His hand trembled at her invitation, almost pulling the whole window out. 

George had been sitting gentlemanly, facing away from the bed, and turned his gaze towards it, illuminated by the moonlight. He noticed that the blanket had been lifted, confirming what he had heard. 

This isn’t appropriate,” he said, his voice husky once again. 

Isabelle replied, “I’m not doing anything. What are you afraid of?” 

“I’m not the kind of person to take advantage. This is too much of a test for me, George said, his voice hoarse. Such an invitation was too tempting. 

“Don’t you trust yourself?” Isabelle retorted. 

“But it’s you who invited me,” George said. 

Facing her, he couldn’t remain composed. 

“You can’t overpower me,” Isabelle said. 

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Isabelle pulled the blanket back over and said, “Suit yourself” 

George breathed out softly, his heart still racing. 

His mind was filled with Isabelle’s words; images formed in his head. He quickly suppressed them. 

It took a while for George’s mood to calm down.” 

As the night grew deeper, the temperature dropped even lower. 

George watched as a lump formed under the blanket on the bed, regret gradually creeping in. The feeling of missing out on a great opportunity grew stronger. 

Emotions he couldn’t control swirled within him like weeds, urging him to do something. 

“Are you asleep?” he asked softly. 

The girl in the bed responded with a grunt. 

“Is it too late for me to tell you I regret turning down your invitation?” 

George wondered how she would respond, but she said nothing, simply lifting the blanket again. 

Whether it was from the cold or numbness, George didn’t get up from the chair very smoothly. He released his grip on the window frame and, with quiet steps, made his way to the bed. 

Taking off his coat, he held it in his hand, then sat down by the bed. After removing his shoes, he laid down with his coat covering him. 

He didn’t share the same blanket with her. 

He tried not to look at the girl beside him, speaking softly, I’ve been on the road for two days. It’ll be difficult for me to sit up all night.” 

It was his way of saying he just needed a place to lie down for a bit. 

Isabelle reached out, grabbing the blanket and throwing it over him. She said, “Stop rambling.” 

On the not–so–big bed, the two slept side by side. 

The bed was hard and had no pillow. It was George’s first time sleeping on such a bed, but at that moment, he didn’t care about such things. 

He looked up at the ceiling. He still felt cold, unable to relax, and his body was tense. 

George lay stiffly on the edge of the bed, with a portion of his shoulder nearly hanging off the edge. With limited space and a hard surface, he left about ten centimeters of space between them. The blanket wasn’t big enough, so he could only cover half of himself. 

After a while, George’s voice sounded again, gentle and light, “It’s my birthday today.” 

“I didn’t 

prepare a gift,” Isabelle replied.