Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 152: I Have Never Made You Kneel on the Keyboard
Friday
It was the third break of the semester. Holly Winslow had made plans with Iris Kensington to comfort their "wounded" little sister, Anna, on Saturday.
Apparently, after being reported for having a puppy-love relationship, her personal freedom had been restricted. Anna Willow’s mother had stopped playing mahjong and was now coming to the school every day to check on her.
According to Iris Kensington, Anna Willow had almost wanted to "jump off a building."
Ahem, that really was a bit tragic.
As she thought about this, she looked at the boy next to her, who was carrying two schoolbags. ’What a schemer.’
’Reporting her to a teacher... He actually came up with that!’
She commented faintly, "I wouldn’t even dare to cheat on you now."
Her out-of-the-blue comment made Mortimer Quincy freeze for a few seconds before he laughed in exasperation. He raised a hand and tapped her lightly on the forehead. "Cheat? Hmm?"
"Have I been too good to you? You even dare to think about cheating?"
"I didn’t cheat on you. I was just giving a hypothetical."
Holly Winslow rubbed her forehead and pouted before rephrasing. "If we got divorced, I definitely wouldn’t get the better end of the deal. I probably wouldn’t even be left with any clothes to wear."
First hypotheticals about cheating, now about divorce. Mortimer Quincy was so incensed his lungs felt like they’d expanded. It was time to give his wife a "shot" of discipline.
The next second, Holly Winslow was swept into the air. Caught off guard, she let out a little "Ahh!" and instinctively grabbed onto his clothes.
They weren’t far from the school gate, and students were coming and going. Hearing the sound, everyone looked over.
She could faintly hear some girls talking.
"Look, Mortimer Quincy is carrying a girl!"
"Is that his girlfriend?"
"No, it’s Senior Winslow from the third year."
In front of such a large crowd, even the normally thick-skinned Holly Winslow felt her face flush. She lowered her voice, "Quick, put me down."
The boy acted as if he hadn’t seen anyone else. His low voice held a hint of danger. "Are you going to cheat? Are you going to divorce me?"
Holly Winslow knew what was good for her and shook her head. "No."
Seeing that she was blushing all the way to her ears, Mortimer Quincy’s anger dissipated significantly. He said faintly, "You can cheat, as long as it’s with me."
"And you can divorce, as long as I become your property."
Holly Winslow: "..."
’How is that even cheating or divorce?’
Noticing more and more people looking their way, she poked his chest. "Put me down, people are watching."
Mortimer Quincy was unperturbed. "Let them look. I only carry my wife."
Holly Winslow: "..."
’Have you no shame?’
She buried her head in his chest, trying to hide her face.
That rascal Mortimer Quincy let out a low chuckle, his tone utterly certain. "Hiding is useless. On the marriage certificate, you’re my wife."
’Such a smooth talker.’
To vent her frustration, Holly Winslow bit down on his black sweatshirt. Her teeth grazed Mortimer Quincy’s chest, and his body stiffened for a moment.
He looked down to meet the girl’s smug expression and said faintly, "Wife, are you trying to stage an erotic drama?"
Holly Winslow: "..."
She immediately behaved.
Just then, a familiar voice that made one’s spirit jolt rang out. "Mortimer Quincy."
’The dean of discipline.’
Her pupils dilated. She had forgotten that teachers patrolled the area after school to catch students in puppy-love relationships.
"..."
Mortimer Quincy looked up at the approaching dean and, still holding Holly Winslow, said calmly, "Mr. Hollis."
At first, the dean hadn’t seen Holly Winslow’s face. Now that she did, she breathed an inexplicable sigh of relief.
The college entrance exams were just around the corner; there couldn’t be any slip-ups at a time like this.
She had no idea that this particular slip-up had happened long ago.
She asked with concern, "What’s wrong with Holly Winslow?"
Holly Winslow’s mind worked fast. She clutched her stomach, mimicking the time she’d faked being sick to get out of class. "My stomach hurts."
Probably not expecting her to answer, Mortimer Quincy spoke at the same time. "Holly’s foot hurts."
The two of them: "..."
Mortimer Quincy reacted in a flash, adding with a straight face, "Her stomach hurts, too."
Holly Winslow: "..."
’With such a far-fetched excuse, if I were the dean, I definitely wouldn’t believe it.’
But the dean believed them. What was there to doubt about "cousins" who were related by blood? It’s not like cousins would be in a puppy-love relationship. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
Something that strange would never happen.
"Is it serious? I can drive you to the hospital."
Holly Winslow remembered that Mortimer Quincy had just been on an IV drip for over an hour. She quickly shook her head. "Mr. Hollis, I’m fine. I’ll be okay after some rest at home."
She quickly added, "My dad is coming to pick us up soon."
Hearing that someone was coming for them, the dean was relieved and didn’t say anything more, letting them go.
Once they were a safe distance away, Holly Winslow peered over Mortimer Quincy’s shoulder at the dean, who was still scanning the crowd for students dating. "Hubby, why didn’t you just say I was having a seizure?"
’Her foot hurts and her stomach hurts... He actually said that.’
"I chickened out."
Mortimer Quincy let out a low chuckle. Seeing her confused gaze, he shrugged and explained, "I was afraid I’d have to kneel on a keyboard when we got home."
Holly Winslow: "..."
She corrected him earnestly, "Don’t talk nonsense. I’ve never made you kneel on a keyboard."
Meeting his smiling gaze, she added guiltily, "At most, I’ve made you recite the letters on the keyboard."
Forwards, backwards, top to bottom, and left to right.
If he couldn’t recite them, she’d give him the cold shoulder for an hour.
The truth was, their keyboards at home were too expensive, costing several thousand each. With a guy like Mortimer Quincy’s weight, he’d definitely break it if he knelt on it.
Mortimer Quincy didn’t say anything, so she continued, "It’s not even hard. You manage to recite it every time. It’s better than your punishments. Every time you punish me, it’s always... Hmph."
"Punish you with what? Say it," Mortimer Quincy challenged, raising a meaningful eyebrow.
Holly Winslow wasn’t falling for it. "I’m not saying it! Stop trying to trick me, you... per-vert-ed... wolf!"
...
When they got home, Andre Quincy wasn’t there. Holly Winslow made a call and, finding out he was at the factory, said she wanted to go visit.
She grabbed a pen, two chemistry worksheets, and then used a thermos to brew some goji berry and jujube water for Wyatt Winslow.
「Veridian Steel Mill.」
She hadn’t been here in a while. The factory sign was a bit bigger now, with gold lettering. The left side of the factory was expanding outward, and the noise from the construction machinery was deafening.
The two security guards at the gate were new hires and didn’t recognize Holly Winslow. Seeing her about to enter, one immediately came out to stop her. "Miss, you can’t go in. It’s dangerous inside."
Holly Winslow said, "Oh," and didn’t make things difficult for them. She took out her phone and called Wyatt Winslow.
Wyatt Winslow came out quickly, still wearing the same work uniform as the laborers. The uniform was already dirty, a clear sign that he had been working alongside them.
"This is my daughter, Holly Winslow. If she comes by in the future, just let her in directly."
The guard immediately apologized. "President Winslow, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know." He sounded a bit flustered as he spoke, afraid of having offended Wyatt Winslow.
Wyatt Winslow shook his head. "It’s fine. Just keep a close watch on the gate. Don’t let any of the neighborhood kids run in. It’s easy for accidents to happen with the construction."
The guard nodded. "I’ll keep an eye out. I won’t let any kids in."
Wyatt Winslow grunted in acknowledgment, then looked at his daughter, who was only wearing a white sweatshirt. He pursed his lips. "Why aren’t you wearing more layers?"
"I am. I have a thick long-sleeved shirt on underneath."
Holly Winslow lifted the hem of her shirt to show him, then linked her arm through his and said coaxingly, "Dad, I missed you."
Probably because there were outsiders present, Wyatt Winslow only grunted in response, but he didn’t let go of her hand.
「The Office」
Wyatt Winslow still had work to attend to, so he told her to stay there and do her homework. Not wanting to disturb him, Holly Winslow handed him the thermos. "Dad, I made you some goji berry and jujube water."
Wyatt Winslow took it, looking at her as if he wanted to say something but didn’t know what. He walked to the door, then turned back. "There’s milk under the cabinet."
"Okay." Holly Winslow took out her worksheets and smoothed them flat, ready to start working.
About ten minutes later, a woman in a work uniform came in carrying fruit and snacks. She placed them on the table. "President Winslow asked me to buy these for you."
’Who would have thought the stern President Winslow would have such a beautiful daughter.’
