Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 224 A Persistent Fever Isabelle's friend was definitely not an ordinary person.

☐:85% "Who is he? Can you introduce us? He doesn't look like he comes from Taragon City," Danny inquired, sneaking a glance at Yves.

He has a striking look and impeccable style, is he a celebrity? "If you were a pretty girl, maybe I'd consider it." Isabelle teased.

Just then, a hand gently turned her face back. "Sweetheart, no talking to other guys! Yves leaned closer and whispered, "What pretty girls? Have you ever seenwith anyone else when I'm with you? Danny spoke inwardly. This man didn't only call her "sweetheart" and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, but he also touched her face. Bolder than even George.

What was supposed to be a welcparty had transformed into a showcase for this gorgeous couple.

The group chats and forum were abuzz; nobody paying attention to the actual event.

Photos of Isabelle and George walking around campus had dominated the forum's top spots for more than two weeks. But after Yves's arrival, those pictures were quickly replaced.

Now, photos of Yves and the two of them sitting side by side were moved to the top, and each one was different. 'No, I still ship Isabelle and Mr. George.

'Sorry, but I'm switching ships. I'm struck by this guy's appearance. He met my aesthetic standards, like a male protagonist straight out of a !" 'Hey, didn't you say the sthing when you switched from Mr. Carter to Mr. George?' The forum had beca battleground for fans of different pairings Meanwhile, George stared at his phone, watching his photos with Isabelle get buried, while the photos of her and Yves were swiped all over the forum.

Just over two weeks ago, everyone said they were the perfect match. Now, they'd moved on to the new "male lead".

For the past few weeks, George's favourite pastwas scrolling through the Taragon University forum, reading all the comments about him and Isabelle.

He set his phone down, eyes drifting to his watch...

After a moment, he picked up his phone and opened Whatto chat with Isabelle. He typed. 'Is there a welcparty at Taragon University tonight?" The reply arrived soon, and George hurriedly read it.

1/3 ☐85% Chapter 224 A Persistent Fever George's face turned stern. Yes! Ignoring Isabelle's murderous glare, Yves slipped her phone back into her jacket pocket with a grin. "Don't reply to him." George waited for a moment, but there was no further response.

Growing restless, he began to pace, his steps becoming more agitated.

Suddenly, he turned towards the bathroom and started walking with determined strides.

He turned on the cold water, and let it cascade over him from head to toe..

The sound of water lasted for a long time.

It stopped for a while, but it resumed again at midnight.

The next evening, Isabelle and Yves were lounging in their mansion, drinking wine and chatting.

The doorbell rang Yves started to get up, but Isabelle was already heading to the door.

When she opened it, she was met with the sight of a pale and exhausted George.

"Are you feeling unwell?" she asked.

"Well, I caught a cold and the fever can't cdown. It's troublesome. I cto see you to ask whether you can do a house visit," George replied. He coughed twice into his fist He tilted his head slightly away as if worried about infecting her.

Looking at his condition, Isabelle stretched out her hand to touch his forehead, Her hand met scorching heat, and George lowered his head to accommodate her touch.

George thought to himself, Great, now I won't wash my forehead for three days. I'll treasure her touch.

Feeling his temperature, Isabelle pulled her hand back, and George immediately touched his forehead to gauge it himself.

"I've checked my temperature before coming over. It was 38.1 degrees, but it feels higher now," he commented.

As soon as Isabelle was about to speak, Yves draped his arm over her shoulders.

"Wrong place, buddy. This isn't a clinic. If you're sick, go to a hospital," Yves said curtly, making no effort to hide his hostility.

"No woman to play around with and no room for even a personal doctor in this house, huh?" George Om attempted to catch up on old times but was constantly disrupted, which created increasing enmity.

"Even though it's just a small illness, having it persistently is very m annoying. Miss Jenkins has an excellent medical skill, and I was hoping for a quick fix. If I'm intruding, I apologise. I'll leave now,” he said, addressing, Isabelle directly 2/3 1251 Chapter 224 A Persistent Fever Yves snapped. Just leave, then." Isabelle reached out and pulled George. "Cupstairs with me. I'll give you a few acupuncture treatments," "Not allowed," Yves interjected firmly.

Ignoring him, Isabelle turned and was about to walk inside but saw Yves blocking the door. "Stop making trouble. She let out a sigh.

Yves stood his ground, not budging an inch.

"Yves," Isabelle called.

He turned to her, looking sulky and resentful. With a heavy sigh, he reluctantly stepped aside.

Isabelle coaxed him. "Please wait for a while. I'll be fast." Beneath Yves's disapproving glare, George followed Isabelle upstairs to her room.