Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 139: I Only Like Sitting with Holly Winslow
Watching her back, Mortimer Quincy knew without even looking that his wife was taking pleasure in his misfortune. He arched a brow slightly. ’She can be happy now. Tonight, it’ll be my turn.’
By noon, Mortimer Quincy was still in the school clinic on an IV drip. Holly Winslow, Zeke Zane, and the others came to see him as soon as class was over.
Pantheon eyed Mortimer Quincy on the IV drip and teased, "HEHE, didn’t take you for anemic. What a waste of all those muscles."
Mortimer Quincy: "..."
He said flatly, "Get lost." Then he scooted over, making room on the stool for Holly Winslow.
"HAHAHAHA."
Having finally won a round of banter against him, Pantheon laughed wildly. "Seeing as you’re sick, I’ll get you some food," he said, taking the lunch box from Holly Winslow’s hands.
The group left the school clinic, leaving Holly Winslow behind to take care of him.
The school nurse had gone to lunch, leaving the two of them alone.
Meeting his accusatory gaze, Holly Winslow tried to appease him by pulling a piece of candy from his pants pocket, unwrapping it, and holding it to his lips. "Here, honey."
Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow, then lowered his head and took the candy.
Seeing his blank expression, Holly Winslow’s eyes widened. "Isn’t it sweet?" she asked, puzzled.
"Whether it’s sweet or not... I’ll know once I have a taste." Mortimer Quincy’s gaze fell on her lips, and his Adam’s apple bobbed with desire.
Holly Winslow’s first instinct was to grab a piece of candy from his pocket for herself. But just as she bent over, his lips captured hers, and her mouth was instantly filled with the taste of milky chocolate.
Before she could even react, Mortimer Quincy released her. "Sweet, isn’t it? I think... Mmm, my wife’s lips are very sweet."
Holly Winslow: "..."
She rolled her eyes and pouted. "Take off the suit and you instantly turn into a perv, is that it?"
"Mhm. Now that I’m young again, I can’t sell myself short. I have to give it my all when it comes to being a perv," Mortimer Quincy said, the corner of his eye lifting in a smirk. "For my wife, that is."
"..."
Holly Winslow licked the lingering sweetness from her lips and huffed. "Do you have any idea where we are? This is a school! Have you ever heard the saying, ’Study hard and improve every day’?"
"I have, but that doesn’t stop me from being a perv." Such was the cheeky confidence of Scholar Quincy.
Holly Winslow: "..."
Just before the lunch break, Mortimer Quincy was finally done with his IV drip. During his afternoon classes, all of his teachers expressed their concern.
Such was the special treatment reserved for a top student.
...
A day or two later, a rumor started spreading through the school: Mortimer Quincy had been seen kissing his girlfriend in a corner of the woods.
The two boys couldn’t keep it to themselves and told their dorm mates. Their dorm mates couldn’t keep it to themselves and told their classmates. Their classmates couldn’t keep it to themselves and told their friends in other classes.
In the end, the rumor spread through pretty much the entire school.
After second period that afternoon, Holly Winslow and Mortimer Quincy were still oblivious to the fact that the entire school knew about their kiss. They were busy working on their homework.
Holly Winslow felt a little thirsty and reached for her water bottle to take a drink.
Just then, Paul Powell leaned over, practically bursting with gossip. "Mortimer Quincy, is it true? The rumor about you kissing your girlfriend in a corner?"
’Kissing in a corner?’
The question hit Holly Winslow so unexpectedly that she spat out a mouthful of water. Since she was turned at an angle, most of it sprayed right onto Mortimer Quincy. "COUGH, COUGH, COUGH."
Mortimer Quincy: "..."
He shot Paul Powell a glare, then pulled out a tissue for Holly Winslow before taking one for himself. His reply to Paul was a single word: "Scram."
But Paul Powell was far too curious. A kiss!
The very thought was exciting.
"Hey, we’re practically adults here, don’t be shy. What’s the big deal about a kiss? Right, cousin?"
Holly Winslow: "..."
’Isn’t it a bit awkward to be discussing this with the people involved?’
She gave an unnatural cough and said guiltily, "Right, I guess."
Mortimer Quincy arched an eyebrow.
The expressions on Pantheon, Zeke Zane, and Chase Hawkins’ faces were priceless as their eyes darted back and forth between Mortimer Quincy and Holly Winslow.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
HOLY SHIT! 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
No matter how thick-skinned Holly Winslow was, she couldn’t stop herself from blushing. To hide her awkwardness, she picked up her pen and pretended to focus on her homework, muttering, "What’s the AM-GM inequality again?"
"The square root of ab is less than or equal to a plus b over two," Paul Powell rattled off smoothly. He then stared at Mortimer Quincy again, hoping he would share what it felt like to kiss someone in a corner.
Mortimer Quincy had lost his patience. "If you don’t scram now, you’re on blackboard duty."
Paul Powell: "..."
He scrammed, scurrying to the back of the room next to Chase Hawkins. Out of the corner of his eye, though, he glanced over at Luna Lynch to see what she was doing.
Chase Hawkins rolled his eyes dramatically. ’Dammit, this is senior year—a time for cramming for exams, not for romance! I swear, I should just report all of you!’
Gabe Chaucer had appeared at the classroom’s back door at some point. Seeing Paul Powell over at Chase Hawkins’s desk again, he knew exactly what the boy was thinking. With a stern expression, he called out, "Paul Powell, since you enjoy wandering around so much, how about you go take a couple of laps outside?"
’Maybe I should change Paul’s seat,’ he thought, ’to one farther away from Luna Lynch.’
Paul Powell looked at him and said sheepishly, "No, thanks. It’s too hot for that."
"If you know it’s too hot, then hurry back to your seat. The next time I catch you wandering around, I’m calling your father," Gabe Chaucer said sternly.
The students in the classroom fell silent and went back to their assignments.
Though, from time to time, they’d sneak a peek to see if Teacher Chaucer had left yet.
These subtle movements didn’t escape Gabe Chaucer’s notice. He paced around the classroom a couple of times, and only when the students seemed fully absorbed in their work did he tap on Mortimer Quincy’s desk, motioning for him to step outside.
The school rumors were giving Gabe Chaucer a bit of a headache. He thought for over ten seconds before finally asking, "Have you heard anything... unpleasant recently?"
Mortimer Quincy knew what he was getting at. He gave a slight nod. "I saw two boys from Class Six climbing over the wall."
He was deliberately avoiding the main issue—the kiss itself.
Gabe Chaucer naturally assumed the two boys were afraid Mortimer Quincy would report them for climbing the wall and had started the malicious rumor in retaliation.
’That explains it,’ he thought. ’Aside from being close with Holly Winslow, I’ve never really seen Mortimer Quincy get close to any other girls.’
’Ahem, I’d long suspected his girlfriend didn’t even go to Jarton High.’
Only later would he find out that he was right, in a way. She wasn’t just some girl from Jarton High—she was in his very own class, and his deskmate at that.
"Don’t dwell on it. I’ll handle this for you. Don’t let it affect your studies. Ahem, and as for... other matters, maybe put them on the back burner for now."
This was his tactful way of telling him to put his puppy love on hold until after the college entrance exams.
Mortimer Quincy just grunted, "Mhm."
Seeing how cooperative he was, Gabe Chaucer breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled. "You did very well on the practice exam. Your reading comprehension was excellent, and your essay was also quite good."
On that note, he added, "Getting a perfect score on the language arts section is incredibly difficult, so don’t spend too much time on the essay portion. Focus on reviewing your other subjects. If you can maintain this level, you’ll have no problem on the college entrance exam."
Then, he remembered something else. "I’m thinking of having you and Holly Winslow switch seats. The school wants the top-performing students like you two to spread out and help motivate the other students."
Hearing this, Mortimer Quincy frowned and refused point-blank. "Teacher Chaucer, I only want to be deskmates with Holly Winslow."
