Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 106: Then Kiss Your Husband for Free
Watching Wyatt Winslow diligently recording the video, Holly Winslow was filled with complex emotions. ’Every single one of his actions reveals his love for me. Why was I so blind that I couldn’t see it?’
Her hands clutched the sofa. "Dad."
Wyatt looked at her. "What’s wrong?"
"I love you, Dad," Holly Winslow said, her expression earnest.
The "I love you, Dad" she said this time was more sincere than ever before. Wyatt Winslow’s hand holding the phone tightened. He swallowed hard, and it was over ten seconds before he managed an "Mm."
Joan Sawyer and Walter Winslow exchanged a glance, a hint of a smile in their eyes.
After the four of them finished watching the interview, Holly Winslow said cheerfully, "Grandpa, Grandma, Dad, let’s take a photo together."
"Okay!"
Walter Winslow was the first to stand up. The family hadn’t taken a family portrait in years.
Holly Winslow propped her phone up on the sofa and set a ten-second timer. She hurried over to Wyatt Winslow’s side, linked her arm with his, and flashed a peace sign.
The whole family gathered around Holly’s phone to look at the photo. Walter Winslow looked at Wyatt with an expression of mock disgust. "You look so grumpy, not even a little smile. Our Holly is still the cutest."
Despite his words, he stared intently at the photo.
"Grandpa, Grandma, Dad, I’ll send it to you."
Holly Winslow smiled and sent it to all of them via MMS. Walter Winslow even had her set it as his phone’s wallpaper.
After seeing Walter Winslow and Joan Sawyer off to bed, Wyatt Winslow glanced at Holly Winslow doing her homework before returning to his bedroom.
He pulled open the nightstand drawer, his gaze falling on a bottle of sleeping pills that hadn’t been touched in a long time. He picked it up and threw it into the trash can. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
...
Walter Winslow and Joan Sawyer didn’t visit often, so Holly Winslow had Wyatt Winslow ask for a day off from work. Wyatt didn’t go to the factory, and the four of them spent the day at the city zoo.
「The next day, at eight in the morning.」
Walter Winslow and Joan Sawyer were ready to head home, not wanting to be a bother to Wyatt Winslow.
Holly Winslow tried to persuade them to stay, whining playfully, "Grandpa, Grandma, please stay for two or three more days."
Joan Sawyer patted her shoulder and said lovingly, "We have to get back. Someone in the village is celebrating their birthday. You can come visit with your dad during your school break." As she spoke, she stuffed some cash into Holly’s hand. "Take this and buy some nice snacks. Get some for Miles, too."
"Stay a few more days," Wyatt Winslow said.
Walter Winslow huffed and waved his hand dismissively. "We’re not staying. We’re more comfortable at home."
In the end, Wyatt Winslow took them to the bus station. After buying their tickets, he saw them onto the bus.
The bus was due to depart in a few minutes, so Wyatt stood beside it, waiting. Just as the engine started, Joan Sawyer tossed a card out the window. "Dex, the PIN is your birthday. Go buy yourself some new clothes. Take care of yourself."
Wyatt Winslow waited until the bus drove off before picking up the bank card from the ground, his eyes rimming with red.
On the bus, Walter Winslow watched him through the rear window, feeling upset as well. He murmured with self-blame, "Back then, we shouldn’t have..."
Joan Sawyer took his hand and comforted him, "Don’t dwell on it. Dex is doing much better now. As for him remarrying, let’s just leave it up to fate."
...
At noon, as Holly Winslow was packing her books after her supplementary class, she found several red envelopes in her bag. They hadn’t been there during her morning classes. She looked at Mortimer Quincy and asked curiously, "Is today a holiday or something?"
"They’re introduction gifts from my eldest paternal aunt and the others." Seeing her delighted, money-obsessed expression, Mortimer Quincy couldn’t help but pinch her cheek.
The Quincy Family was never stingy; the contents of the red envelopes added up to over 10,000.
Holly Winslow clicked her tongue in amazement. ’The Quincy Family really doesn’t treat me like an outsider.’
’Giving this much for a wedding would be understandable, but I’m not married to Mortimer yet. Aren’t they afraid I’ll just run off with the money?’
Seeing her mouth fall open, Mortimer Quincy chuckled. "Is my wifey scared by this little bit of money? Give your hubby a kiss, and I’ll give you an even bigger red envelope."
Holly Winslow tucked the red envelopes under a book and said cheerfully, "A person has to learn to be content. I don’t need any more."
Mortimer Quincy chuckled at her response. He bent down and offered his cheek. "Then how about a free kiss for your hubby?"
"Dream on." Holly Winslow slung her backpack on and skipped out of the classroom.
...
During evening self-study that day, the seat assignments for the midterm exams were released. Holly Winslow and Mortimer Quincy were in the same room—they would be taking their exams in Class Seven’s classroom.
The midterm exam was a lot harder than the monthly test. Holly Winslow’s face fell the moment she finished the language arts exam.
She listlessly bumped her head against Mortimer Quincy’s chest and whimpered, "Moira, I’m finished. I think I’m totally screwed. If I fail, will they send me back to Jarton Second High?"
"It’d be so humiliating."
Mortimer Quincy let out a low chuckle and patted her head reassuringly. "You’re not the only one who thought it was hard. That language arts exam was genuinely difficult."
And Holly Winslow certainly wasn’t the only one who found it difficult. When the two of them returned to their own classroom, everyone wore the same "I’m doomed" expression.
Pantheon borrowed Mortimer Quincy’s exam paper to check his multiple-choice answers. Zeke Zane leaned in for a look too, and soon, a dozen or so people had gathered around, chattering all at once.
"A, D, C..."
"I put A, D, B. Ah! I originally picked C for that one, but I changed it! Fuck!"
"I got them all right."
"Get the hell out!"
...
Holly Winslow was itching to compare answers too, but knowing she didn’t have their emotional control, she firmly resisted the urge. Instead, she picked up her math textbook and started to review.
Mortimer Quincy glanced at her, then tapped on the desk behind his. His voice was neither loud nor soft. "Go compare answers somewhere farther away."
Pantheon and the others quickly took their exam papers over to Paul Powell’s desk to continue.
Once they had gone, Mortimer Quincy didn’t disturb Holly Winslow, simply taking out a practice test to work on.
After a thirty-minute break, the English exam began.
There was a small incident during the English exam: the wrong audio was played for the listening comprehension section.
Holly Winslow realized it during the very first question. She glanced around and saw that most of the students were listening intently, some even writing down their answers.
"..."
She looked toward Mortimer Quincy in front of her and saw him raise his hand. "Teacher, the wrong audio is playing for the listening section."
The proctor heard him and nodded quickly. "I’ll go check. No talking among yourselves." With that, he immediately ran out of the classroom.
The whole exam room broke into a clamor. Someone could be faintly heard saying, "Dammit, I saw you picked the same answer as me and thought I must’ve heard it right. I can’t believe the audio was wrong."
"That’s a top student for you. He knew it was wrong right away. If it were me, I probably would’ve listened to the whole thing without ever suspecting a thing."
Holly Winslow couldn’t help but chuckle when she heard that. It suddenly reminded her of her past life at Jarton Second High. After a math exam, someone had borrowed Wendell Hayes’s paper to check their answers.
Wendell Hayes had said the second sub-question of the final problem was very difficult and that he wasn’t sure about his answer. As it turned out, over thirty people in the class—including her—hadn’t even realized there was a question on the back of the page.
Mortimer Quincy saw his wifey sitting there, giggling to herself, and raised an eyebrow.
A moment later, the English listening audio was paused. The voice of the Dean of Students came over the intercom. "The previous audio for the listening section was incorrect. Will all students please prepare to listen again. The exam will now end at 12:10."
The entire building filled with a noisy clamor, which quickly subsided into silence again.
When the exam was over, the two returned to their classroom, where Pantheon was recounting the incident with the English audio. "I was listening so damn seriously, thinking to myself, ’Wow, this English test is crazy hard, I can’t understand a single word.’"
Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow, bent over to get his lunchbox, and coolly interjected, "Not hard?"
This English exam, like the language arts one, was more difficult than usual. It had taken him ten minutes longer to finish than he normally would.
Those two words were a dagger to Pantheon’s heart. "..."
"Mortimer Quincy, let me borrow your paper to check my answers."
