Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 115: Even if My Wife Begs Me, I Won’t Let You Go
The ticket agent quickly handed them two tickets and a box. "These are a pair of dolphin rings from our aquarium. They’re a gift for you."
"Thank you." Mortimer Quincy pocketed it, then led Holly Winslow into the aquarium.
Colorful fish swam behind the glass walls of the walkway. Ten minutes later, they reached the dolphin pool, where a show was in progress. Holly Winslow pulled Mortimer Quincy to a pair of empty seats to watch.
The girl watched the dolphin show excitedly, blue light washing over her. Her lively eyes sparkled.
’The more I look at her, the more I want to kiss her.’
Mortimer Quincy lowered his head and kissed her. Holly Winslow’s eyes shot wide open. She reached out to push him away, but couldn’t.
Fortunately, the dim lighting meant they didn’t attract much attention.
After a minute or two, Mortimer Quincy finally let her go and said in a low, husky voice, "Darling, you’re so soft."
His expression was intensely sensual.
Holly Winslow didn’t dare to look at the people around them. She grabbed Scholar Quincy’s hand, stood up, and left the dolphin pool area.
Once they were a good distance away, Holly Winslow started pounding her little fists against Mortimer Quincy’s chest, scolding him nonstop. "People who date young are supposed to be sneaky about it! You? Not only are you not sneaky, but you kiss me in front of all those people! Are you afraid someone *won’t* know we’re dating underage?"
Mortimer Quincy chuckled, gently taking her by the wrist. With a soft tug, he pulled her into his arms. "It’s an early marriage."
They wandered around for a long time. By the time they left, it was almost nine o’clock.
Holly Winslow took a sip of her bubble tea. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mortimer Quincy tapping away on his screen. She stood on her toes and asked, "Honey, what are you doing?"
"Posting a status update."
Mortimer Quincy showed her his phone. It was full of photos from the aquarium. Aside from two pictures of them together, the rest were all of Holly Winslow.
Holly Winslow hadn’t seen these pictures yet. "Don’t post them yet!" she exclaimed. "Let me edit them first!"
Mortimer Quincy hit "post" anyway, raising an eyebrow with a teasing grin. "Edit what? My wife is already a little fairy. If you edit them any more, a mere mortal like me won’t be worthy of you."
"..."
Holly Winslow pulled out her phone to look at the photos he’d posted. The caption read, "The aquarium with her."
She huffed, then swiped through the photos one by one. In every picture, she was smiling happily, her eyes curved into crescents.
’I do look pretty good,’ she thought with a touch of narcissism.
In just that short time, several comments had already appeared below, starting with one from Pantheon that was nothing but exclamation points.
Wyatt Winslow, who was away on a business trip, heard his phone go BING. It was the special notification sound from QQ for someone he followed closely.
He picked up his phone and saw Mortimer Quincy’s status update. After tapping on it and seeing Holly Winslow’s happy little face, his own expression softened considerably, and much of his fatigue melted away.
A minute later, he had saved all the photos except for the two of them together.
It was almost ten by the time they got back to the hotel. Holly Winslow flopped onto the bed, not wanting to move.
Mortimer Quincy wet a washcloth and wiped her face. Seeing her staring at him with wide, unblinking eyes, he leaned down and gave her a kiss. "Darling, want to do some homework?"
Holly Winslow: "..."
Although she didn’t actually want anything to happen, Mortimer Quincy asking if she wanted to do homework was still a bit of a blow to her ego.
’Do I have no charm just because my chest is small?’
Seeing her pout, Mortimer Quincy knew exactly what she was thinking. He leaned in for another kiss. "Once we’re in college, even if you beg me to stop, I won’t let you go."
"Right. We’ll go for three days and three nights."
His blunt words made Holly Winslow’s ears burn. She suddenly shoved him away. "Let’s... let’s do homework."
"If you want to do homework, we’ll do homework. Why are you stuttering, darling?" Mortimer Quincy pinched her cheek. It felt nice, so he pinched it again.
The two of them started their homework at the small round table in the room. The workload for a five-day break was naturally huge; there were over a dozen test papers alone.
Holly Winslow started with the English paper, which was her best subject. After a glance, Mortimer Quincy took out his English paper to work on as well.
Around ten-thirty, Wyatt Winslow called.
Holly Winslow made a "be quiet" gesture at Mortimer Quincy. "Hello, Dad."
On the other end of the line, Wyatt Winslow asked, "What are you doing? Why aren’t you asleep yet?"
"Doing homework."
"What homework?"
"An English paper."
Wyatt Winslow pursed his lips. A few seconds later, he said, "Is Mortimer Quincy there with you? Put him on the phone."
Holly Winslow was about to say okay but immediately caught herself. ’Dad’s definitely trying to trick me.’
"Mortimer Quincy is in the room next door. Dad, hold on, I’ll go knock."
’A young man and woman doing homework in the same room... no one would believe that, right?’
Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow, looking at her with a mischievous expression.
"Never mind. Finish your homework and get to sleep early. Call me if you need anything." Wyatt Winslow didn’t press the issue.
After hanging up, Holly Winslow let out a sigh of relief.
"So, Teacher Winslow has learned how to lie now?" Mortimer Quincy marked a "D" on his English paper.
Holly Winslow explained with a straight face, "It was a white lie."
The two of them did homework until midnight before sleeping, then got up at seven the next morning to do more homework.
Holly Winslow yawned as she worked. Hearing Mortimer Quincy ordering breakfast, she called out, "Honey, I want a cup of soy milk."
The boy’s hair was tousled and messy from a night of sleep. He was wearing blue and white striped pajamas, looking somewhat languid.
He nodded, then spoke into the phone again, "And add two cups of warm soy milk."
When the room service attendant arrived with their food, the two were busy with their test papers. The attendant was a bit taken aback by the table covered in papers; it was probably the first time they’d seen someone doing schoolwork in a hotel.
Mortimer Quincy gathered up the papers. "Just put it here. Thanks."
After eating, the two of them went to visit the city’s famous tourist spots.
For two straight days, they spent the daytime sightseeing and the mornings and evenings doing homework. They were just about finished with the dozen-plus test papers.
They had arrived with only two backpacks, but they left with an extra large suitcase, filled with clothes Mortimer Quincy had bought for Holly Winslow and souvenirs from the attractions.
...
「The four-day break passed in a flash. It was now Sunday afternoon.」
The classroom, usually empty at four or five, was more than half full at two o’clock. Everyone was buried in their work, rushing to finish their homework.
It just proved the old saying: the length of a vacation is directly proportional to the amount of homework.
"Forrest, let me copy your math paper."
"I haven’t done it either. Wait a sec."
"Zeke, give me the English paper."
"I’ve only done one page. You can have this for now, I’ll give you the rest later."
"Argh, why isn’t Scholar Quincy here yet? Can someone go hurry him up? If he doesn’t get here soon, we won’t be able to finish our homework!"
"Who’d dare rush him? Contact his cousin. She’s easier to talk to."
At that moment, Holly Winslow was at a bubble tea shop next to the school gate with Mortimer Quincy. She was a little surprised to get a call from Pantheon.
Mortimer Quincy glanced over and saw the name "Pantheon" on the screen. His brow furrowed. He took the phone and answered it. Before he could speak, Pantheon’s voice came through, "Cousin, where are you? Are you at school? When are you coming? I’ll treat you to bubble tea!"
’Bubble tea?’
’Him, treating her?’
Mortimer Quincy said unhappily, "Get lost."
Before Pantheon could reply, he hung up the phone.
Back in the classroom, Pantheon was speechless. "..."
He swallowed hard and turned to Zeke Zane. "Mortimer Quincy answered."
"I’m so dead. I’m going to die a horrible death, aren’t I?"
Zeke Zane: "..."
He gave him a look that said, "You’re on your own."
Then he went back to rushing through his homework.
