Resurrecting the Genius Within (Calypso Rain) novel Chapter 444

Chapter 444 Dreams 

Cerge looked at her. બીજી પ 

The boy said, I think your boyfriend’s asleep. He’s not even looking at us. And he looks young. 

He’s al I’m 19. You might wanna rethink that 

The boy made the calculation in his head. “Tons of old geezers here marry young ladies. They’re sixty, and their wives are seventeen. Your boyfriend’s not old at all.” 

Isabelle arched an eyebrow, her expression animated. “Next to a 60–year–old, he’s definitely young, she said, turning her gaze to George. 

Despite the darkness, George’s discomfort was evident. 

Isabelle’s voice dropped, and she remarked, not too kindly, “I can’t believe you have to be compared to a 60–year–old to look young.” 

George remained silent. 

The little boy spoke up again, “I envy your partner. He gets to marry someone as beautiful as you.” 

Isabelle’s eyes met George’s. “He envies you too,” she said with a knowing look. 

The boy, puzzled, asked, “What do I have that he could envy?” 

In the darkness, Isabelle smirked and whispered a single word to George, “Age.” 

The little boy protested, “That’s not something to envy! I want to grow up fast. I hope I can be as tall and handsome as your partner and marry a beautiful woman like you.” 

Lost in dreams of the future, he drifted off to sleep, his soft coughs the only sound. 

After a long silence, George finally spoke, his voice low and grumbling, “It’s thirty and nineteen. That’s an eleven–year gap, not twelve.” 

Isabelle shrugged. “Same difference.” 

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de, kabrite replied, ‘Inks like you won’t be sleeping tonight.” 

Then consessatson, bushed in the small house, brake the stillness 

chuckled only. Oh, I’ll sleep just fine.” 

habelle was perplexed. 

George felt a surge of satisfaction. “Because you never denied our relationship from start to finish.” 

Isabelle stayed quiet, a bit annoyed with his self–assuredness. 

She countered, “Just like you never denied being thirty–one. You have your reasons, and I have mine. 

George shrugged. “You said you didn’t mind. 

Isabelle averted her gaze, choosing not to engage further. 

George, clearly frustrated, snapped, “Immature kids are really annoying.” 

Isabelle shot back, “Getting annoyed yourself?” 

But George shifted the topic, “No, it feels like we’re parents whispering secrets after putting the kids to bed.” 

Isabelle asked, “Have you ever heard me curse?’ 

George grinned. “I heard you curse at Isaac. Want to curse at me? I’m all ears.” 

“What’s the matter with you?” Isabelle was speechless. 

Is he a masochist? 

George closed in and huddled close to Isabelle’s ear. “The kids are asleep. We should follow their lead.” 

You himbo. 

She inhaled deeply before speaking, “Consider yourself lucky that I can’t cause a scene at the moment, or I’d kick you out for sure.” 

Ch. 144 Dreams 

George quipped back, “Then save it for later.” 

tiched 

Every exchange they had was fraught with traps, waiting for the prey to fall victim. 

Isabelle shot back, “You’re seriously delusional.” 

He thinks he can be my partner in bed? 

The following day, as the little boy went out to fetch chocolate cookies for Isabelle, he stumbled upon a pair of shoes. They were much too large for him, yet he held them dear, as though they were a rare discovery, and eagerly presented them to Isabelle by the bedside. 

He declared that it was the best pair of shoes he ever found with a wide grin. 

Once too timid to converse with Isabelle, he had only dared to approach George. Now, however, he found himself growing increasingly comfortable in Isabelle’s presence, peppering her with all manner of questions. 

Conversations with George dwindled as a result. 

Now that George handled their meals, there was no need for him to scrounge for food outdoors daily. Instead, he would hover around the bed, engaging in conversation with Isabelle whenever he could. 

If Isabelle brushed him off, he’d simply sit back and watch silently.