Resurrecting the Genius Within (Calypso Rain) novel Chapter 297

Resurrecting the Genius Within. 

Chapter 297 A Delicate Balance. 

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George felt a twinge of discomfort at the sight. But he wasn’t sure if Liam and Isabelle’s relationship was like Yves and Jim’s, so he couldn’t say anything. 

Isabelle, seemed to notice, saying slightly annoyed, “You really don’t know boundaries” 

George’s discomfort instantly vanished. 

Liam looked puzzled. “Hmm?” All he did was hold a cat. How was that crossing a line? 

Liam, still holding the cat, glanced at the items on the table. “Are all the herbs here? How long until it’s cured? I’m looking forward to seeing your eyes recover.” 

Isabelle replied, “This poison isn’t hard to cure, but the detox process is slow. It’ll take a while to completely clear it out.” 

“Not hard to cure? You know how?” Dylan who had been ready to give up and had even thought about where he’d be buried, immediately looked at Isabelle. Weren’t you saying we needed a live subject for testing? 

Isabelle said, “Secing you all travel–worn, I was just joking to lighten the mood.” 

Dylan was speechless. A joke? Lighten the mood? It was him she was joking about, to relax Mr. George! These two heartless people. His sincerity was wasted. 

Dylan felt like he was fooled in a new way every day. His intelligence was insulted so many times. It was making him lose confidence. 

In the room, Isabelle sat on the couch, preparing to treat herself with acupuncture. 

I stop her 

Yesterday, George had offered to bring Arlo, but Isabelle refused. Her eyes were blind, but it didn’t s from treating herself, though it was a bit more troublesome and time–consuming. 

She knew this poison well. If Arlo came, she would have to teach him step by step. 

George took the needle kit out of his coat pocket and carefully handed the needles Isabelle needed to her. “Be careful.” 

Isabelle held the needles, first using her fingers to find the pressure points before applying them. George quietly handed her the needles, not daring to say anything that might distract her. 

To perform acupuncture on herself while blind and remain calm throughout–only she could do that. Even George, who had seen a lot but didn’t understand medicine, was impressed. Not to mention the saying that doctors shouldn’t treat themselves. 

Because she couldn’t see, she applied the needles slowly. Since the poison was in her eyes, most needles were placed around her eyes or on her head. 

Suddenly, she pulled down one side of her collar, exposing her left shoulder. “Hold this for me,” she said. George was caught off guard by her sudden movement, revealing her long neck. He stared at the expanse of her pale skin, the elegant collarbone, and the black strap of her underwear on her shoulder. His face. stiffened slightly, and he unconsciously tightened his jawline. But he was already helping, holding her collar in place. 

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as he held the collar in place. When he handed her the needles earlier, their hands had inevitably touched. They were close, and the room was quiet. Isabelle faintly heard him swallow and asked, “Are you thirsty?” 

George’s heart skipped a beat, and his fingers holding her collar tightened involuntarily…. No. Isabelle didn’t say anything else. George didn’t know if it was his imagination, but this round of needling seemned to take especially long. When she finally finished the last needle, Isabelle stretched her sore arm and asked, “Why didn’t you say anything this whole time?” George, still holding her collar, said, “… I didn’t want to 

distract you. 

Isabelle asked, “How do you feel about not being used as a test subject?” 

George replied, “When I heard the poison wasn’t hard to cure, I was relieved. But I’m sorry I couldn’t do more for you.” 

Isabelle smiled without saying anything, thinking to herself how smooth–talking businessmen could be. 

George then asked, “Do you have any other injuries?” 

Isabelle responded, “No.” 

The two knife wounds she had were shallow and insignificant. 

“That’s good,” he said. 

Isabelle then remarked, “We have plenty of time in the future for you to be useful. Maybe because she couldn’t see, she spoke more casually. 

George no longer holding back, let his gentlemanly demeanour slip away. He stared directly at Isabelle. 

Of course, he looked at her face, not at any inappropriate areas.