Resurrecting the Genius Within (Calypso Rain) novel Chapter 476

Resurrecting the Genius Within 

Chapter 476 Just Poking for Fun 

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Who is George? His mind is as strong as his body. When he undid the second. button, the odd sensation in his heart disappeared at once. 

His actions became smoother, his eyes meeting Isabelle’s. 

Even though he remained still, the moment was enough to bring a blush to their cheeks and quicken their pulses. 

With half of the buttons undone, his muscular chest started to show beneath his shirt. 

Isabelle’s eyes moved downward, appreciating the man’s build. 

Her gaze fixed on his hands as they worked on the buttons. 

The simple movement was performed with elegance, making it a pleasure to watch. 

Her 

eyes were confident, openly admiring his form. 

She had no hidden agenda. She simply appreciated his build. 

Even George, who was usually composed, felt a slight blush under her stare. 

His abs were well–defined, with visible lines and grooves, perfectly balanced, and attractive. 

The urge to touch and feel the solidity was strong. 

George kept going, noting her inspection. He appeared to have met her approval. 

A slight smile appeared on his face. 

He untucked the shirt from his belt and took it off, exposing his broad shoulders. 

“Is this enough?” he asked, holding out the shirt. 

Removing it entirely might cause problems. 

Isabelle seemed satisfied, telling him to sit down. 

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Chapter 476 Just Poking for Fun 

She vanished into the bedroom. 

Finished 

George sat on the sofa, his mind racing, as Isabelle came back with a needle kit. 

“Acupuncture?” he asked. 

He felt relief, mixed with a hint of disappointment. 

Isabelle teased, “Disappointed, Mr. Harris?” 

George replied, “I had no expectations.” 

He genuinely hadn’t expected anything, though the idea of acupuncture surprised 

him. 

Isabelle instructed, “Turn around.” 

George turned around, revealing his muscular back, whose lines and textures were impressive. 

She took a silver needle from the kit. 

George said, “I’m not sick.” 

Isabelle replied, “You will be.” 

The next second, George felt a sharp prick on the back of his neck, like a bite, but not one of those painless ant nibbles. 

It hurt a lot.