Resurrecting the Genius Within (Calypso Rain) novel Chapter 443

Chapter 443 Jealousy 

The little boy saw it and asked, “You don’t feed your wife?” 

Isabelle responded, “It’s not tasty.” 

The little boy said, “It’s clearly very tasty. It’s the tastiest thing I’ve ever eaten. There’s even meat in it. It’s as tasty as chocolate cake.” 

Finished 

He quietly ate the noodle, with his dark eyes stealing glances at Isabelle without blinking. 

Isabelle asked, “Why do you keep peeking at me?” 

The little boy was caught in the act, feeling shy. “Because you’re pretty.” 

He was good at coaxing girls. Then, he added, “You speak Egnaric very beautifully.” 

Isabelle said, “Just look if you want.” 

The little boy felt even more embarrassed. With a flushed face, he finished the last bit of soup in his bowl, set it down, and quickly left. 

Isabelle was about to take a sip of water when she heard someone speaking sarcastically, “You’re quite generous, Miss Jenkins.” 

She looked at him. “Jealous?” 

George was taken aback. “Hmm?” 

Jealous of that little boy? 

Isabelle said, “If I told you to look, do you dare to?” 

She was still irritated about him taking advantage of the situation the night before to kiss her neck while helping her bathe. 

George thought, I’m just jealous, how did the conversation turn to this? Loose lips indeed sink ships. 

Remembering how she blushed and the kiss he left on her neck, someone decided. to take a chance. “Maybe you should try seducing me again tonight.” 

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Since they were already talking about it, George figured he couldn’t just sit back, so he decided to be bold for once. 

Isabelle said. “I’ll poke your eyes out if you dare.” 

George chuckled helplessly. “I believe you will.” 

Isabelle shot him a sideways glance. “Water.” 

George immediately got the water, cradled her head, and fed it to her, saying, “Be careful.” 

In the evening. 

The little boy came again. 

He casually moved closer to the bed while sneakily trying to see what George was making for dinner. He kept going back and forth between the bed and George, nervously testing the waters for quite a while. 

When he was getting closer to the bed, he suddenly took out a poorly wrapped chocolate cake and placed it on Isabelle’s bedside. 

He said, “I bought this for you, cough 

George heard his words and turned to look. 

He saw the little brat trying to please Isabelle with something. 

Hearing his coughing, Isabelle asked him, “Where have you been sleeping these days?” 

Seeing that Isabelle didn’t refuse his gift, the boy felt his excitement translate into. his body. He waved his little arms a couple of times and coughed. 

Pointing to the far right, he told Isabelle, “Over there by the garbage dump, there’s a house that’s been collapsed for many years. Nobody goes there at night, so I sleep there. Nobody will see me.” 

He did have a house, but he didn’t go home to sleep because if the neighbours saw him, they would inevitably ask questions. That was why he hid in the collapsed house to sleep. 

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He wasn’t afraid, but the collapsed house had no mood, and there was nothing to cover himself with at night, which made it unheraldy cold. 

Isabelle didn’t respond to the little boy, but instead remarked in George’s retreating ligure, “He’s got a home but doesn’t go back. The neighbours will get suspicious” 

George replied, “T’ll set up a bod for him here in a bir 

Curious, the little boy asked, “What are you guys talking 

George didn’t answer him. After dinner, he avoided the neighbones‘ sight and had the little boy lead the way to pick up a few wooden boards. 

He also laid down an old blanket for him: 

When the little boy heard that George wanted him to sleep there at night, he asked, “Then do I have to pay you back the money you gave me 

George said, “No need” 

The Hule boy instantly cheered up again. 

The height of the boy’s bed differed, positioned about a meter lower than their own Despite this, three people sharing one cramped room made George feel uncomfortable. 

Even though the little boy was thirteen or fourteen, he looked about ten because of long–term malnutrition. But a boy’s still a boy. 

Right then, he kept trying to start conversations with her.