Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 103: Let’s Get a Marriage Certificate
Mortimer Quincy returned with three cups of milk tea. He handed one each to Iris Kensington and Anna Willow first, then stuck a straw in the last one and gave it to Winnie Winslow.
Seeing her flushed cheeks, he glanced at the scorching sun. "I’ll go buy an umbrella." As he spoke, he pulled her a little more into the shade of a nearby tree.
He looked at Anna Willow and Iris Kensington. "Do you two have umbrellas?"
Iris Kensington and Anna Willow nodded like chicks pecking at grain. "Yes."
The boy’s figure was backlit, tall and handsome. Anna Willow turned to look at Winnie Winslow and said with great solemnity, "Holly, keep a close eye on him. Don’t let your handsome cousin get away."
"Yes, yes, Holly! Use all your charms and mesmerize your handsome cousin." Iris Kensington gave Winnie Winslow a suggestive look, waggling her eyebrows.
Winnie Winslow: "..."
She feigned anger, putting her hands on her hips and pouting. "What’s wrong? Am I not pretty enough?" Before she could hold the pose, she broke into a laugh.
In truth, she had to admit that a face like Mortimer Quincy’s made her feel very insecure, but his personality gave her all the security she needed.
He really was the guy every girl dreamed of.
Anna Willow smiled and comforted her, "You are, you are! Our Holly is the prettiest of all. A little fairy."
Iris Kensington suddenly thought of something. Her eyes widened in disbelief. "Does Uncle Winslow know?"
Under her two friends’ shocked gazes, Winnie Winslow nodded with a mischievous "Hehe" and dropped another bombshell. "Our families both know."
Seeing her friends successfully stunned into silence, Winnie Winslow bent over laughing. ’This is hilarious!’
’If I told them Mortimer and I have been married for years, would they jump up on the spot?’
At this thought, she burst out laughing.
"I need a sip of milk tea to calm my nerves."
Anna Willow stuck in her straw and took a huge gulp of milk tea, downing half the cup in one go.
Following her lead, Iris Kensington also took a sip of her milk tea.
The news that Winnie Winslow and Mortimer Quincy were a couple truly gave Anna Willow and Iris Kensington quite a shock. When it was time to part ways, the two were so dazed they walked off in the wrong direction.
Winnie Winslow couldn’t help but laugh, nearly spitting out the milk tea in her mouth. After swallowing, she looked at Mortimer Quincy and winked smugly. "Hubby, I’ve made our relationship official. From now on, you’re the young new bride of the Winslow family. Young Mrs. Winslow."
At the title "Young Mrs. Winslow," Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow. Then, he lifted a finger and pointed to the Civil Affairs Bureau in the distance. "Wifey, I want that."
Winnie Winslow glanced over, then patted his shoulder and made a grand, magnanimous gesture. "What’s so hard about that? Let’s go. I’ll arrange it right away."
She was only joking, but to her surprise, Mortimer Quincy actually dragged her to the Civil Affairs Bureau. There were quite a few people there getting their marriage certificates.
Winnie the Wimp tugged on the corner of Quincy the Daredevil’s shirt and said weakly, "Mortimer, let’s go outside."
Quincy the Daredevil calmly replied, "No." And with that, he pulled her into the line for marriage registration.
Winnie the Wimp: "..."
Meeting the gazes of others, her ears burned crimson. If Mortimer Quincy hadn’t been holding her tight, she would’ve bolted right out of there.
She whispered, "Mortimer, let’s get out of here. We can come back later."
Seeing his wife’s head practically shrink into her neck, Mortimer Quincy found teasing her to be great fun. He held her hand, stood his ground, and said in a serious tone, "Didn’t my wifey say she’d arrange it? You have to keep your word."
The two of them, wearing backpacks and looking very much like students, attracted the attention of a staff member.
The staff member assumed they were there for other business and said with a smile, "Can I help you two? This is for marriage certificates. Other services are handled over there."
Winnie Winslow, blushing, waved her hands. Just as she was about to explain, the shameless Mortimer beside her said, "We’re here to get a marriage certificate. Is that possible?"
His face didn’t flush, his heart didn’t race. He was so calm that for a moment, Winnie Winslow thought she had actually reached the legal age for marriage.
"..."
’That son of a bitch Mortimer actually dared to say that.’
Her blush deepened by several shades. She tugged on Mortimer Quincy’s hand, trying to run outside.
She couldn’t budge him.
The staff member who had smilingly approached them glanced between the two of them a few times and finally couldn’t help but laugh out loud. "You can’t do that if you’re not of legal age."
The other people in line laughed along.
Perhaps because both the boy and the girl were so good-looking, everyone’s laughter was good-natured.
Once they were out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Winnie Winslow was so embarrassed she pinched Mortimer Quincy several times. After venting her frustration, she covered her face and let out an "Ahhh!" "I’ve never been so mortified in my life!"
Mortimer Quincy was in a great mood. He raised an eyebrow. "The next time we walk into a Civil Affairs Bureau, I’ll be taking my wife home for real."
"And then we’ll kiss and cuddle..."
"And make... love."
Winnie Winslow: "..."
...
May passed, and the weather grew hotter and hotter. It was time for the school to switch to the summer uniforms.
「Friday evening study hall.」
Gabe Chaucer stood at the podium and pointed to a few boys, telling them to go carry the uniforms back to the classroom. Mortimer Quincy went with them to count the items.
When Mortimer Quincy returned after getting the uniforms, his face was dark. The girls’ uniform included a skirt.
He had completely forgotten that the second-year girls’ uniforms had been changed.
Winnie Winslow got her uniform and opened it up to take a look. It was a white short-sleeved shirt with the Jarton High logo and a black, white, and gray plaid skirt.
Compared to the baggy uniform pants, this set was much better-looking.
The boys’ uniform consisted of knee-length shorts and the same white short-sleeved shirt as the girls.
Mortimer Quincy asked Gabe Chaucer for a half-hour leave and went out. Winnie Winslow didn’t know what he was up to; he didn’t reply to her text message.
During the second period of evening study hall, he returned carrying a bag, which he placed at Winnie Winslow’s feet.
"What is it?"
Winnie Winslow reached out, opened the bag, and took a look. "..."
Safety shorts.
The knee-length kind.
She’d probably have to roll them up to wear them.
She looked at Mortimer Quincy and asked seriously, "Are you going to wear them?"
Mortimer Quincy: "..."
’Dammit, this is infuriating.’
「First period on Monday, Chemistry class.」
Winnie Winslow, dressed in her school uniform, once again pushed the roving hand off her thigh. Glancing at the teacher lecturing at the front of the class, she whispered a warning, "Mortimer Quincy, if you reach over again, I’ll chop your hand off."
Mortimer Quincy propped his head on one hand, the corner of his eye crinkling. "My hand has a mind of its own. I can’t help it."
Winnie Winslow: "..."
The chemistry teacher, May Hollis, had already been watching them for a minute or two. She stopped her lecture. "Winnie Winslow, why don’t you tell the class what I was just talking about."
Winnie Winslow: "..."
She stood up weakly, looked down at her chemistry textbook, and opened her mouth, only to close it again.
’I’m going to kill that bastard Mortimer.’
Mortimer Quincy let out a small "Ahem" and prompted Winnie Winslow, "Energy band... size... crucial..."
Before he could get the last word out, May Hollis walked over to him and knocked on his desk. "Mortimer Quincy, you tell us."
Mortimer Quincy: "..."
He stood up and said, "According to band theory, the size of the band gap is crucial to the properties of solid materials."
May Hollis’s expression softened a little. "Both of you, sit down. No discussing problems during class. If you have questions, talk about them after the bell."
Winnie Winslow was angry—angry at herself. They had both been slacking off, yet Mortimer Quincy could answer the question and she couldn’t.
Her intelligence felt crushed.
After class, she ignored Mortimer Quincy and buried her head in her homework. Mortimer, knowing he was in the wrong, sheepishly rubbed the tip of his nose. He leaned closer and said, "Wifey, I was wrong. You can pinch me to let off some steam."
Winnie Winslow ignored him, shifting her whole body toward the wall. She moved, he moved. After this happened three times, she suddenly reached out and pinched his cheek, puffing out her own cheeks in anger. "I’m gonna pinch you to death!"
The flesh on the side of his face was bunched up, but it didn’t hurt.
Just as Mortimer Quincy was about to take the opportunity to say something to soften his wife’s heart, Pantheon, who was sitting behind him, suddenly kicked his stool. "Ahem, Old Shaw is here."
