Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 126: You’ll Rub Off On Me, Quincy the Lecher
And so, a romance born from a "piece of shit" comment began.
But right at the start, Holly Winslow got cold feet. Mortimer Quincy asked her to the movies, but she turned him down—not just once, but three times.
He was getting angry by then, feeling like he was being played. He cornered Holly Winslow downstairs, but before he could even speak, Winnie Winslow was already shaking her head. "La la la, I can’t hear you! I’m not breaking up with you."
In the end, he simply shut that chattering mouth of hers.
His intense stare made Holly Winslow falter. She widened her eyes and gave him a light kick, signaling for him to tone it down a bit.
She continued, "Dad, let me tell you..."
The car was filled with the sound of her chatter.
At five o’clock, Holly Winslow and Mortimer Quincy finally returned to the classroom. The official start of senior year offered no grace period. That very evening, self-study sessions were replaced with actual classes, turning the two periods into three full lessons.
Everyone had mentally prepared for this cruel "punishment" back in their junior year, but when the new schedule was released, it was still unbearable.
The evening’s three-class block followed a pattern of Math-Math-Math or Chinese-Chinese-Chinese. With school now running seven days a week, the extra day was dedicated to their weakest subject: English.
Tonight was Chinese, Chinese, and more Chinese.
Gabe Chaucer had them work on a test paper that he would go over the next day.
After the first class ended, Holly Winslow went to the classroom door, copied the new schedule, and taped it to the top-left corner of her desk. After a moment’s thought, she earnestly added a line: "Study hard and make progress every day — WX," followed by a smiley face.
Mortimer Quincy rested his chin on his hand and watched for a few seconds before picking up his pen. Below her initials, he wrote a few letters: LGQM.
Still not satisfied, he lifted his pen again and added two letters in front of her "WX": LP.
’Such a show-off.’
Holly Winslow: "..."
’Well, no one else will figure it out anyway,’ she thought, so she let it be.
She pushed her math paper toward him. "I can’t get this problem right no matter how I calculate it."
"Your approach is correct, but you made a calculation error. Go over it carefully one more time," Mortimer Quincy said after looking at her work, choosing not to explain it to her directly.
She had some of the fundamentals down now; she needed to get better at solving problems on her own.
Under his watchful gaze, Holly Winslow diligently recalculated and, sure enough, got it right. She clicked her tongue. "Tsk, tsk. A bit of Scholar Quincy’s magic really makes a difference. My pen was moving like it was divinely guided."
Mortimer Quincy chuckled, his shoulders shaking slightly. After a moment, he leaned closer to her and whispered, "You can absorb even more of my ’magic’ in bed. Want to try?"
Holly Winslow: "..."
’Absorb this, Quincy the Lecher!’
"Go away, Quincy the Lecher."
Quincy the Lecher let out a low laugh and reached out to ruffle her hair. "Just be a little more careful, Holly, and try to catch up to your hubby."
Speaking of which, a mischievous idea popped into Holly Winslow’s head. "Heh heh," she said, trying to sweet-talk him. "Hubby, can you let me get first place just once? I’ve never gotten it before."
"You want to be on top of me?"
Mortimer Quincy propped his head up with one hand, looking a bit nonchalant. "It’s not impossible, but you’ll have to trade something for it."
Holly Winslow: "..."
She scooted back over to her own desk. "You are the most shameless pervert in the entire universe."
"Wifey, where did your mind wander?"
The universe’s most shameless pervert gave an innocent shrug. He curved his lips into a smile and added, "If Wifey accompanies me for a ’stroll’ on the track tonight, and I’m pleased with the ’strolling’... first place is all yours."
That bastard was definitely doing it on purpose. He had enunciated the word "stroll" with a very suggestive tone.
Even so, Holly Winslow agreed to his condition. The thought of getting first place was a little thrilling.
"Let’s pinky promise."
She held out her pinky. Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow, then extended his own pinky to link with hers.
Outside the window, Gabe Chaucer watched the two of them for a good thirty seconds. He felt like something was off, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what.
’Weird.’
’It’s strangely reminiscent of when I was young and dating.’
’Ahem, what am I thinking?’
He quickly shifted his gaze elsewhere. Pantheon, Zeke Zane, Paul Powell, Chase Hawkins, and Boris Owens had propped up their books and were huddled over something.
A five-stack.
His expression turned grim. ’Time to get a penta-kill with their phones.’
He slipped in through the back door, glaring at a student who was about to give a warning. The boy, who had been about to make a move, immediately froze.
Chase Hawkins was aiming at someone with an 8x scope. Just as he was about to lock on, a hand suddenly snatched his phone.
He fumed, "Who—"
The rest of his outcry died in his throat as his bravado evaporated. He trembled.
Gabe Chaucer glared at him without a word.
Sitting nearby, Holly Winslow and Mortimer Quincy naturally heard the commotion. They instinctively looked back and—ahem—hastily pulled their hands apart.
Out of humanitarian concern for his classmate, Mortimer Quincy kindly kicked Zeke Zane’s stool.
Zeke Zane, thinking he just didn’t have enough legroom, scooted his stool forward a little without turning around.
Mortimer Quincy: "..."
In the end, Gabe Chaucer successfully achieved a "penta-kill" with the phones. He placed them on the lecturer’s desk, pushed up his glasses, and began to commentate. "Oh, one’s dead. Two are dead. Three are dead. Four are dead. Five are dead. Game over."
The players on the opposing team had successfully gotten a penta-kill.
Zeke Zane and the others: "..."
The rest of the class burst out laughing.
Gabe Chaucer glanced at the phones again and added, "AFK behavior detected in-game. Ten credit points deducted."
Zeke Zane and the others: "..."
’Old Shaw, are you even human?!’
Gabe Chaucer launched into a lecture. "You’re already seniors and you’re still running five-stacks? What’s the plan, to fail your college entrance exams as a five-stack, too? You people have no sense of time."
"What’s so fun about games, huh? You’ve all seen Mortimer Quincy’s grades. He never plays games in class."
Pantheon and Zeke Zane: "..."
’But he’s dating someone!’
’And his girlfriend is his deskmate!’
Gabe Chaucer lectured for a few more minutes, then rapped his knuckles on the desk. "Everyone with a phone, hand them over. We’re strictly enforcing the no-phone policy now. If I catch anyone who didn’t turn theirs in, I’m confiscating it on the spot."
The entire class fell dead silent.
After half a minute, students started turning in their phones. Holly Winslow’s hand fumbled in her desk drawer for a moment before she glanced at the unmoving Mortimer Quincy and whispered, "Aren’t you handing yours in?"
"Nope." Mortimer Quincy shook his head. He still wanted to chat with his wifey tonight.
Seeing his resolve, Holly Winslow steeled herself and didn’t hand hers in either. ’As long as I don’t use it in the classroom, it should be fine,’ she thought.
Gabe Chaucer collected over twenty phones and carried them back to his office in a bag.
...
By the time the seniors’ classes ended, it was already past nine. With no underclassmen competing for space, the athletic field was much emptier. A quick glance revealed only about twenty or so people strolling on the track.
Under the cover of darkness, Mortimer Quincy brazenly took Holly Winslow’s hand. In her other hand, she held an ice cream bar, taking small bites.
To crack down on relationships among seniors, the school had the senior homeroom teachers patrol the campus after the evening session.
Gabe Chaucer happened to be assigned to the athletic field. He was sweeping his flashlight randomly across the track when it suddenly illuminated two intertwined hands. He froze for a second, then quickly swung the beam back, but the hands were no longer joined.
He moved the light up and saw that it was the two "cousins." He figured he must have been seeing things.
When Holly Winslow saw Gabe Chaucer’s silhouette, she jumped in fright. "..."
Gabe Chaucer walked over and asked amicably, "Out for a walk?"
Mortimer Quincy nodded calmly. "Yeah, taking a walk with Holly."
