Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 54: How Many Abs?

An idea suddenly struck Iris Kensington, and she poked Holly Winslow’s shoulder with a wicked grin. "Holly, I bet you’ve seen what ’cousin’ looks like with his clothes off."

’What does she mean, I’ve seen him? I’m supposed to be his "cousin" right now. How could a cousin have seen her cousin naked?’

"Ahem, ahem..." Holly Winslow choked on her spit again and whispered unnaturally, "I’ve only seen the top half, not the bottom half." She sounded a bit guilty as she finished.

Anna Willow and Iris Kensington hooted in unison. Iris Kensington giggled, "What are you thinking about? I never said anything about seeing your handsome cousin’s... *down there*."

She quickly grew excited again. "Holly, how many abs does that handsome cousin of yours have?"

Holly Winslow honestly didn’t know. He used to have an eight-pack because he worked out every day. Now that he was a student, he probably didn’t have as many, or maybe he had none at all.

"I don’t know."

Iris Kensington and Anna Willow were instantly disappointed, losing all interest.

Holly Winslow smiled and tapped them both on the head, then handed them each a box of chocolate. "You two should read fewer novels, you’re becoming little perverts. Is your homework done? You’re not going to copy mine anymore?"

At the mention of homework, Iris Kensington immediately perked up, saying urgently, "Holly, quick, let me copy your math homework!"

"I need the English homework," Anna Willow quickly chimed in.

After seeing the two of them off, Holly Winslow took out her phone and secretly sent a message to Mortimer Quincy.

Hubby, how many abs do you have?

Mortimer Quincy, who was in the middle of a test paper, felt his phone vibrate. He opened it for a look and immediately let out an exasperated laugh.

’How would a high school student even have abs?’

He replied with a message: Come home and I’ll let you feel for yourself.

"..."

Holly Winslow typed out another line: Is it because you don’t have any?

Her question was tantamount to questioning his performance in *that department*. The hand Mortimer Quincy was using to hold his pen paused, leaving a black dot on the test paper.

Take a day off. We’ll have an in-depth discussion at home. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Holly Winslow didn’t reply for a long time. She had clearly chickened out.

Mortimer Quincy started searching for nearby gyms on his phone. There was one near the Delian Community, so he jotted down the number, planning to inquire after evening self-study was over.

Suddenly, someone tugged on his sleeve. He looked over at Zeke Zane. "Hm?"

Zeke Zane shot him a meaningful look. He looked up to meet the amiable expression of Gabe Chaucer. "Student Quincy, self-study has already begun. You can look up your materials after class."

Zeke Zane: "..."

’Leave it to him to find such a fresh and refined way to say "stop playing on your phone."’

Mortimer Quincy put his phone away in his desk. Under Gabe Chaucer’s watchful gaze, he filled in ’C’ on his test paper.

Gabe Chaucer glanced at the test paper a few times and walked away, satisfied. A moment later, his stern voice rang out, "Vera Sawyer, hand over your phone. Don’t think I didn’t see you just because you put it away quickly."

"Can you get a perfect score in math? Can you get a perfect score in English? Or can you get a perfect score in comprehensive science? If you could get a perfect score, I wouldn’t just let you play on your phone—I’d play games with you every day."

"Hand over the phone. You can get it back after school on Friday."

Zeke Zane: "..."

...

After the third evening self-study session, Holly Winslow and her two friends used Brian Willow’s connections to borrow the school’s music room to practice their dance.

"Holly, I’ve learned that whole plaza dance! I’ll show you! One, two, three, wiggle your butt; four, five, six, wave your hands; seven, eight, nine, spin around..." Iris Kensington chanted while performing the dance, her movements stiff and comical.

Holly Winslow and Anna Willow clutched their stomachs, doubled over with laughter. Holly waved for her to stop, unable to hold back another chuckle. "Ellie, we’re not doing this dance. Let’s stick to the one we were doing before."

After watching Iris Kensington’s performance, she had even less courage to perform a plaza dance on stage.

As for Scholar Quincy, she would just have to quietly keep this from him.

Iris Kensington, who was just starting to get into the groove, cried out, "Huh? But didn’t you say the costumes for that other dance were too expensive?"

"Besides, I think the plaza dance is great. It’s simple and easy to do."

Anna Willow waved a hand dismissively. "I agree with Holly. Ellie, when you dance, I honestly can’t bear to watch. Hahahaha..."

"Anna!!" Iris Kensington leaped up and wrapped her arms around her neck.

After that, the three of them started practicing the dance. Every now and then, Iris Kensington’s pained voice could be heard. "My back is going to twist into a pretzel!"

Chris Chaucer and Brian Willow arrived just in time to hear this, and both couldn’t help but laugh.

"Bro, you’re the best."

Seeing Brian Willow carrying three bottles of water, Anna Willow immediately ran over, took them, and then handed them out to Holly Winslow and Iris Kensington.

Chris Chaucer walked over to Iris Kensington’s side, reached out to pat her on the head, and chuckled lightly. "Take your time." He then took her water bottle, twisted off the cap, and handed it back to her.

Iris Kensington’s face flushed slightly. She took the bottle and drank a few small sips.

Anna Willow and Holly Winslow watched her with teasing smirks, making Iris Kensington’s face turn even redder.

Brian Willow looked at Holly Winslow and asked, "How’s the practice going?"

"It’s alright." Holly Winslow twisted the cap off her water bottle and took a sip.

After running through the routine with the music twice more, the three girls went back to the classroom to get their things and return to their dorm. The class president and the academic representative were still in the classroom, their heads buried in books.

As Holly Winslow was gathering her things, Mina Shaw suddenly called out to her, "Holly Winslow, can you explain this problem? The class president and I are both stuck."

It was from the midterm math exam, and the problem Mina Shaw was asking about was the final one on the paper.

Mortimer Quincy always said that the final problem was what separated the scores on a math test, so he always made sure she understood it completely.

Holly Winslow nodded. "Anna, Ellie, why don’t you two head back first? I’ll be back in a little while."

"We’ll wait for you," Iris Kensington replied, ever the good friend.

Holly Winslow didn’t say anything more. She took out a pen and a scratchpad. So Sean Hayes could see better, she pushed some books on the desk out of the way, and then she began her explanation.

The two of them had better math grades than her, so after one detailed explanation, they mostly understood.

Just then, the classroom lights went out. The group filed out of the room, and Sean Hayes locked the door.

"Holly, let my brother carry that. Free labor," Anna Willow began to mess with her brother again. She took the items from Holly Winslow’s hands and immediately passed them to Brian Willow.

"I can carry it myself." Holly Winslow felt too awkward to trouble Brian Willow.

Anna Willow grabbed her by the wrist and started walking toward the stairs. "Holly, my brother is your brother, so don’t be shy! Hahaha."

Just as they were reaching their dorm’s entrance, Holly Winslow got a call from Mortimer Quincy. "Cousin."

At that moment, Brian Willow happened to speak up. "Here are your things."

Holly Winslow quickly shoved the phone into her pocket and reached out to take them. "Thanks, Brother Brian."

"Don’t mention it. If you guys need the dance room, just find me for the key," Brian Willow said with a shake of his head.

Mortimer Quincy waited a minute or two before he heard Holly Winslow’s breathless voice again. "Cousin?"

"Yeah."

Mortimer Quincy was leaning back on the sofa, his voice a bit languid. "Where did you go?"

"Dance practice. I just got back to the dorm." Holly Winslow started running the water to wash up.

"Brian Willow was there too?" Mortimer Quincy asked, his tone laced with jealousy.

"Brother Brian lent us the school’s dance room," Holly Winslow said.

Mortimer Quincy let out a soft "Oh." "So, how’s learning the plaza dance going?"

"It’s alright," Holly Winslow said, sounding a little guilty.

"If wifey dares to feign compliance, then don’t blame hubby for letting wifey get a little taste of... you-know-what... ahead of schedule."

Mortimer Quincy knew his wife’s personality perfectly. She looked quiet and well-behaved on the outside, but she was anything but docile.

Back then, among all the girls, Holly Winslow had made a particularly strong impression on him.

During the summer vacation before his senior year of high school, he and Zeke Zane went out to play video games and happened to run into her playing with Anna Willow and Iris Kensington.

It was the third time they had met.

Perhaps her teammates were too infuriating, because she opened her mouth and blurted out a curse, "What the f—" The rest of the phrase never left her lips, because she saw him.

The girl’s face was bright red as she called out his name, "Mortimer Quincy."

What the f—

Mortimer Quincy.

Fuck... Mortimer Quincy.

And just like that, he had successfully committed Holly Winslow to memory. Later, he discovered that this girl’s smile was incredibly cute.

Cute enough to capture his heart.