Resurrecting the Genius Within (Calypso Rain) novel Chapter 467

Chapter 467 Beneath the Surface 

Two jars of cream sat on the table. 

Finisher! 

George came closer, looking at the girl with kindness, a smile about to appear. 

Isabelle grabbed the partly–used tonic bowl from the table and said, “Start with 

this. 

George didn’t hesitate. He swiftly took the bowl and drank the tonic. 

Upon finishing the tonic, George grinned and commented, “Yves whipped this up for you.” 

Placing the bowl aside, he grabbed the cream from the table and glanced at Isabelle’s flowing hair. “Need a hand with tying up your hair?” 

There’s a hair clip on the bathroom sink. 

I’ll get it. 

George made his way to the bathroom to get the hair clip. 

When he returned, he stopped at the sight of the girl on the couch. 

The couch was placed perpendicular to the bathroom, with the girl facing away from him, raising her arms to take off the nightgown by pulling it up from the 

hem. 

The nightgown wasn’t a slip–on design but rather a button–up one. Isabelle appeared to find unbuttoning it too much of a hassle, choosing instead to discard it in a single fluid movement. 

George’s gaze was caught by a vast expanse of snow–white skin. 

Her slender back and waist, became more defined with each movement, accentuating her curves and giving her figure an elegant grace. Her waist curved in an S shape as she undressed, revealing the delicate and beautiful butterfly bones. on her back. 

Her stunning physiqué was utterly exposed. 

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between her dark hair and pale skin created a striking contrast. 

Finished 

George’s breath hitched momentarily, his grip on the hairpin tightening instinctively. His eyes grew slightly heated, and Adam’s apple moved silently in his throat. 

Isabelle dropped her clothes and grabbed a pillow to cover her chest. She was only wearing a black bra. 

Come here, Isabelle urged. 

George clenched his teeth as if attempting to regain his composure. 

Coming towards the sofa, hairpin in hand, George gathered her lengthy hair, quickly combing through it with his fingers before skillfully securing it with the clip at the back of her neck, revealing her slim and graceful neck. 

In addition to the wound crossing her shoulder, there were two previously healed knife injuries on her back, resulting in unsightly pale scars. 

George gently ran his warm fingertips along the raised scar on her shoulder, feeling a rush of affection. 

Clearly, her body bore additional scars of its own. 

Isabelle clutched the pillow, absorbed in her phone, aware of the man’s closeness. Suddenly, she felt a warm, gentle pressure against her shoulder, his breath brushing against her skin. 

His lips felt warmer than her skin. 

Isabelle tensed slightly, murmuring, “I can’t even tend to myself in peace.” 

On the couch, George smoothed cream onto the scars, softly rubbing them with his fingertips, ensuring they were fully covered. 

The cream felt cool against her skin. 

His warm fingers moved smoothly over her soft skin, mixing the cream and creating a gentle warmth. 

The faint smell of the cream mixed with her body wash’s pleasant scent blended well and reached his nose. 

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George carefully applied the medicine, ensuring he didn’t miss any spots. Sometimes, he looked up to check on her. 

She clutched the pillow and stayed focused on her phone throughout. 

He quickly covered the scar on her upper back with cream, beneath which lay another scar from a sharp blade about four inches long. 

George paused, his gaze fixed on the scar left by the blade. 

Finished 

While treating the scar on her upper back, he had been careful with this one, not because it was worse but because it was partly hidden by her bra. 

A strip of fabric, about three fingers wide, covered a big part of the scar. 

George stole another quick look at her, tactfully avoiding the scar, and instead applied medication to a mark on her lower right back, near her waist.. 

Soon after, his gaze returned to the scar hidden beneath the fabric. 

George hesitated, his fingertips gently tracing the scar under her bra. “This one, hidden.” 

it’s 

Isabelle replied calmly, “Just undo it.” 

Setting aside the cream, George reached for the clasp but paused, unsure how to proceed.