Resurrecting the Genius Within (Calypso Rain) novel Chapter 441

Chapter 441 A High Price Kiss 

The girl’s body stiffened, and in the next moment, she closed her eyes. 

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George watched her tightly clenched jawline, a slight smile forming at the corner of his mouth as he thought. Indeed, she’s only bold with her words. 

George changed the water in the basin and helped her wipe her legs before saying, “I’ll take a bath, you can go to sleep first.” 

These words truly left room for imagination. 

He was covered in sweat as he carried the water inside and headed for the bath. 

The adjacent room to this small house was a water room. It was called a water room, but in reality, it was nothing more than a wall separating a bathing area. There wasn’t even a door, and of course, the entrance didn’t face inward towards the room. 

Isabelle closed her eyes, listening to the sound of George taking a bath. She muttered a curse under her breath and then fell asleep. 

George’s kiss came at a high price. Although Isabelle didn’t confront him about it at the time, she made him pay the next day. 

Her tone, which was ten degrees colder and sharp as a knife, along with her glare, left George at a loss. 

He immediately retreated to his original position–well, their relationship was still neck–up only. 

George had been dazzled by her beauty and seeing Isabelle shy for the first time. made him lose control. He just couldn’t resist in that moment. 

However, in that awkward moment, Isabelle felt like George was just trying to get back at her and mess with her on purpose. 

It really embarrassed her. 

If George knew what Isabelle was thinking, he’d definitely use all his language skills to explain that he just wanted to kiss her and wasn’t trying to get revenge or tease 

her. 

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During the day, when the little boy brought food, he told George it was really dangerous outside. He heard adults say that a lot of people were killed in the neighbouring town, and it was on the news, so he warned George to stay inside. 

The little boy, scared of the coming war, suggested that once George’s wife got 

er they should go back to their own home where it would be safer. 

Night once again enveloped the slum. 

The little boy squatted outside the small house, eating a chocolate cookie he bought with the payment he got from George. 

The door of the small house in front of him was closed. 

George had taken advantage of the darkness to go out and check on the situation. 

He asked the boy to stay and keep watch. 

As the boy ate, he couldn’t help but stand up and lean against the door, peeking inside at Isabelle. This Ardon woman was the most beautiful and cleanest woman he had ever seen. 

He wondered if all Ardon women were as fair and beautiful as she was and if she, like her husband, understood Egnaric. 

Unfortunately, the room’s light was off, and it was pitch black, so he couldn’t see anything. 

Suddenly, a tall, thin man appeared and called out to the boy. 

The boy, startled, turned to look at the man. 

It was his uncle. 

Speaking in Egnaric, the man asked why he wasn’t inside at this late hour and what he was doing leaning against the door. 

The boy instinctively hid the chocolate behind his back and mumbled, “I’ll go inside soon.” 

“They say you’ve come into some money recently. I thought you sold your grandpa’s house. Seems like you have some skills after all.” 

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The man looked the boy up and down with disdain. “You? Able to get money? Show me the money.” 

The boy shook his head. 

“No money? Then what are you eating?” 

Having suffered many beatings from his uncle, the boy was a bit scared and weakly said while hiding the chocolate cookie, “A kind person gave it to me.” 

Isabelle, lying in bed, heard the argument outside the door. 

“Hmph! If you’ve got the ability to make money and support yourself, your grandpa’s crib is mine now.” The man swaggered up, shoving the boy blocking the door. 

“You’re just a kid, living in such a big house. My dump couldn’t fit a mouse. Without a house, I can’t even get a woman,” the man complained bitterly. 

The boy, quick on his feet, slipped back under the man’s arm to stand in front of the door, arms stretched out. “This is the house my grandpa gave me.” 

The man pointed at the boy’s head. “I’m your uncle, and I’m saying this house is mine now. Move aside.” 

But the boy stood his ground. 

The man impatiently tried to push him, but the boy dropped the cookie and clung tightly to the walls on either side, blocking the door. 

The thin boy was pushed to the ground by the man.