Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 102: Mortimer Quincy Is My Boyfriend, Not My Cousin

Chapter 102: Chapter 102: Mortimer Quincy Is My Boyfriend, Not My Cousin

Seeing his eyes glued to Holly Winslow, Mortimer Quincy looked displeased. He opened his mouth to say, "Bac—"

Holly Winslow quickly tugged his hand, cutting him off. She then turned to Xavier Jennings. "Yeah."

The boy beside her scoffed.

Holly Winslow: "..."

When Anna Willow and Iris Kensington saw Xavier Jennings’s ears turn red, they shot Holly a wicked grin and wiggled their eyebrows. Holly gave them both a warning pinch.

Just then, Xavier Jennings scratched his head and greeted Mortimer Quincy, his expression a little sheepish as he tried to curry favor. "Hey, Cousin."

If that guy Mortimer actually answered him, he wouldn’t be Mortimer. To avoid the awkwardness, Holly quickly greeted Julian Carlton at the classroom door. "Mr. Carlton."

Mr. Carlton, standing at the door, responded warmly. He then called her to his office to discuss something, leaving Anna Willow, Iris Kensington, and Mortimer Quincy to wait outside.

The office was on the ground floor. In front of it was a small, open courtyard bordered by a low stone railing about half a meter high.

Mortimer Quincy lounged on the stone railing, pulling out his phone to reply to a message from Zeke Zane: *Nah, not coming. I’m with my girlfriend at Jarton Second High.*

At an internet cafe, Zeke Zane, deep in a game, glanced at his glowing phone screen. "..."

Fuck!

A few seconds later, he picked up his phone and shoved it in front of Pantheon, who was sitting next to him. "Forrest," he said with a knowing smirk, "take a look. You’ve got to see this."

"What is it? Someone on the other team’s aiming at me. I’ll look in a sec." Pantheon kept his head tilted, eyes glued to his computer screen.

Zeke Zane, undeterred, pushed the phone even closer. "Just a glance. You’ll miss it."

"What’s so important, anyway?"

Forced to look, Pantheon glanced over. The words on the screen—"I’m with my girlfriend at Jarton Second High"—seemed to magnify and burn into his retinas.

The next second, he swore loudly. "Fuck! Zeke Zane, you’re a real fucking bastard!"

Zeke Zane retracted his phone, a smug look on his face, and went back to his game. "I’m not the bastard here, Mortimer is."

"You’re both bastards."

Pantheon watched his in-game character die. He shot Zeke Zane a death glare and added, "Just you wait. When I get a girlfriend, I’m gonna flaunt her in your faces every single day."

Zeke Zane just shrugged nonchalantly. "Sorry, but that won’t work on me."

’A handsome guy from a wealthy family with top-tier grades, whose girlfriend is not only beautiful but also a great student? Other than Mortimer, he couldn’t think of anyone else who fit the bill.’

’Most people couldn’t even manage the top-tier grades part.’

Pantheon: "..."

’This is bullshit.’

「Jarton Second High」

Mortimer Quincy’s dashing good looks attracted the attention of numerous female students, none of whom seemed to be in a hurry to go home anymore.

Nearby, Anna Willow and Iris Kensington were furtively checking Mortimer Quincy out.

The thin fabric of his summer T-shirt clung to his body, faintly outlining his solid chest.

Anna Willow said to Iris Kensington with a lecherous grin, "Look at our cousin’s chest. I’m dying to know how many abs he has."

Iris Kensington agreed with a sly look of her own. Then, a thought struck her. She giggled. "Let’s get Holly to feel them for us."

"Great idea! Do you think our cousin has an eight-pack, like the male leads in novels? AHHHH! I’m getting excited just thinking about it!" Anna Willow said, grabbing Iris Kensington’s arm excitedly.

About ten minutes later, Holly Winslow came out of the office. She patted her pockets and announced cheerfully, "La la la, this little rich girl is treating you all to milk tea."

’That smug little look of hers was ridiculously cute.’

Mortimer Quincy’s hands started to itch, but there were too many people around, so he restrained himself.

Anna Willow and Iris Kensington linked arms with Holly, one on each side, while Mortimer Quincy trailed behind the group.

Anna Willow lowered her voice, pleading in a wheedling tone, "Holly, please, when you get a chance, feel our cousin’s abs for us and see how many he has. I’m dying of curiosity."

Holly Winslow choked out a few coughs. After a dozen seconds or so, she said, "Six, I think?"

Anna Willow and Iris Kensington both went, "Ooh!" Anna’s eyes lit up. "Holly, you’ve touched them? What did they feel like? Was it awesome?"

Holly Winslow: "..."

She rubbed her nose. "I haven’t touched them. I just... happened to see them once." Her voice trailed off at the end.

She was flustered.

Catching the three girls’ occasional glances, Mortimer Quincy arched a brow nonchalantly. He had a pretty good idea they were talking about him, and that the topic was probably a little risqué.

As they reached the school gate, Holly and her friends saw Xavier Jennings waiting with several cups of milk tea. Iris Kensington nudged Holly’s shoulder with a grin.

Xavier Jennings walked up to them and offered them the drinks. "I got these for you."

Afraid Holly wouldn’t accept, he pushed the drinks directly into Anna Willow’s hands. Then he looked at Holly and said, "I have to go now, but I’ll come find you guys to hang out later." That last part was clearly meant for Holly.

Mortimer Quincy’s face darkened.

Once Xavier Jennings was gone, Anna Willow picked out the most distinctive-looking drink from the tray and pressed it into Holly’s hand. Afraid their handsome cousin might overhear, she whispered, "Xavier is a really decent guy. You should consider him, Holly."

Iris Kensington nodded in agreement.

Just then, a hand snatched the milk tea from Holly’s grasp and tossed it into a nearby trash can. It landed with a dull THUD.

Holly Winslow: "..."

Anna Willow and Iris Kensington stared at their "handsome cousin," utterly stunned. "..."

Mortimer Quincy ignored their stares. He just said to Holly, "Wait for me here," then strode off.

Anna Willow looked completely baffled. "What’s gotten into our handsome cousin? He seemed really angry."

Holly rubbed her nose, deciding it was time to come clean about her relationship with Mortimer. "He’s jealous."

Neither Anna Willow nor Iris Kensington processed what she meant. "Jealous?" Iris asked, confused. "Why would he be jealous?"

"He’s actually my boyfriend, not my cousin." Holly took a step back as she said it, bracing for the inevitable "assault."

Anna Willow and Iris Kensington wondered if they’d heard her right. ’Our handsome cousin is... what?’

Her boyfriend??

Anna Willow’s mouth fell open. "What did you say?" she asked, dazed. "I don’t think I heard you right."

Amused by her friend’s reaction, Holly giggled. "Mortimer Quincy is my boyfriend. Not my cousin. For real."

Anna Willow and Iris Kensington stood there stunned for a full thirty seconds before it sank in. Then, in unison, they screamed, "AHHH!"

Iris Kensington made a pouncing motion. "Holly, you little sneak! You kept this from us! Anna, get her!"

As they both started tickling her, Holly stumbled backward, raising her hands in surrender. "I... was... wrong..." she gasped, out of breath.

Iris and Anna tormented her for a little while longer before finally letting go. "Hmph!" Iris said. "Holly, if you don’t tell us the whole story of how you met your handsome ’cousin,’ Anna and I are going to tickle you again."

This is the pure nature of youthful friendship; even a "deception" is accepted with the greatest goodwill.

All because we’re good friends.

Holly nodded emphatically. "Okay, okay, I’ll confess." She then told them the story of how she and Mortimer had met. Everything she said was true, except for the timeline.

"I’ve decided. I’m going to go hang out in Holly’s neighborhood for a month and see if I can run into a guy like her ’handsome cousin,’" Anna Willow declared with a look of firm resolve.

Holly and Iris burst out laughing. "I’m in," Iris said.

Holly and Anna simultaneously pulled out their phones. In perfect unison, they said, "Say that again. I’m recording it for Chris Chaucer."

"You guys are so mean!" Iris exclaimed, blushing furiously as she lunged to tickle them back.

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