Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 61: Like You, My Ass
The three of them finished their makeup and returned to school just as things were about to start. Along the way, many students stared at them. Iris Kensington linked arms with Holly Winslow. "Holly, Anna, don’t we look like monkeys at an amusement park?"
Anna Willow and Holly Winslow couldn’t help but laugh. They both reached out and poked her, telling her to shut up.
The three found their class’s designated seats and sat down. Instantly, all the boys in their class started hooting, "Whoa."
Someone shouted Xavier Jennings’s name, and his face immediately turned red. The whole class started hooting again.
Julian Carlton, who was nearby, heard them but didn’t scold them. It was a rare day for them to relax, but he still said, "Keep it down a little."
「Meanwhile, at the school gate.」
Mortimer Quincy and Wyatt Winslow were at the security office, registering their names and ID numbers.
They hadn’t planned to come together.
They just happened to run into each other.
After leaving the security office, Wyatt Winslow looked at Mortimer Quincy with a stern face and said, "Is school out for the day?"
Mortimer Quincy: "..."
He couldn’t very well say he’d taken leave, so he lied with a straight face, "Day students don’t have to attend study hall."
"Mm," Wyatt Winslow said, not pressing the matter further.
The two of them stood at the edge of the sports field, watching alongside the cafeteria ladies.
Mortimer Quincy was tall to begin with, making him stand out in a crowd. Coupled with his handsome features, he was even more conspicuous, drawing the gazes of many girls.
One bold girl even ran over, handed Mortimer Quincy a bottle of mineral water, and said shyly, "Cousin, I bought too many. This is for you."
Before Mortimer Quincy could even react, the girl had already run off. His brow furrowed slightly.
Wyatt Winslow glanced at the water, then at him, and finally turned away to look at the stage.
As if the very sight of him was an offense.
Mortimer Quincy: "..."
He gave an unnatural cough. "Uncle Winslow, would you like some water?"
"No, thank you." Wyatt Winslow didn’t even turn his head.
Mortimer Quincy: "..."
Even with eight mouths, he wouldn’t be able to explain this away.
’Wifey, save me.’
Soon, the evening gala began. The lights focused on the stage as the male and female hosts walked on.
"Respected leaders, teachers, and fellow students, good evening..."
An unknown number of performances went by, and the sky had grown completely dark. Only the stage area remained brightly lit.
Just then, the poetry reading on stage concluded. The male host came on and announced, "Next up is ’Talia’ from Class 8 of the second year, performed by Holly Winslow, Iris Kensington, and Anna Willow. Please give them a round of applause!"
The male host walked off, and the stage lights went out. From the audience, some boy shouted, "Holly Winslow, I like you!"
Instantly, the entire school erupted in cheers and jeers.
"Holly Winslow, I like you too!"
A huge crowd was now hooting, and it was impossible to tell where the voices were coming from.
Mortimer Quincy’s face turned green.
’Like you, my ass!’
The stage lights came on, and the three girls appeared. Holly Winslow was slightly in front and in the center, looking particularly striking under the lights. Her fair little face had light makeup, and the peach-colored blush on her cheeks made her look playful and spirited.
She had some dance training, and her movements were much more graceful than those of Iris Kensington and Anna Willow behind her.
The gasps from the audience grew even louder. "WHOA!!"
"Holly Winslow, Holly Winslow, Holly Winslow!!! Holly Winslow, you’re so beautiful!"
Someone’s voice cracked as they yelled.
On stage, Holly Winslow almost lost her composure but quickly resumed dancing.
Mortimer Quincy pulled out his phone, his face dark, and started recording. He zoomed in, focusing solely on Holly Winslow.
’Very good. Wifey isn’t being obedient.’
A few minutes later, the dance ended with Holly Winslow spinning and flourishing her sleeves. The three of them bowed and exited the stage.
The entire audience went wild.
"AHH!!! Holly Winslow, I love you!!! Holly Winslow!!!!"
"Holly Winslow!!! Wifey!!!"
Hearing the word "Wifey," Mortimer Quincy’s expression became unbelievably ugly. He let out a furious curse, "Fuck!"
Despite the noise, Wyatt Winslow, who was standing beside him, still heard that single curse word. He put his phone back in his pocket.
Then he turned and glanced at the young man, whose face was obscured and shifting in the light of his phone screen. "Are you going to keep watching? Or are you heading back with me?"
Mortimer Quincy took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and said in a mild tone, "Uncle Winslow, I’m going to watch a little longer."
Wyatt Winslow didn’t say anything more and just turned and left. He wasn’t worried about Mortimer Quincy doing anything with Holly Winslow. This was a school, and there were teachers watching over them.
Once he was far enough away, Mortimer Quincy strode in the direction the girls had gone when they came down from the stage.
After sitting down, Anna Willow couldn’t hold it in any longer. "Holly, that was hilarious! What a bunch of characters. I even heard someone shout ’Wifey’!"
"That guy’s shout made me forget a move," Iris Kensington chimed in after a hearty laugh.
Holly Winslow had just put on her long, padded jacket and was about to speak when someone grabbed her hand. She turned her head and, in the flickering light, saw Mortimer Quincy’s face.
Bracing herself, she asked guiltily, "Cousin, what are you doing here?"
Mortimer Quincy laughed in anger. If he hadn’t come, she would have kept hiding it from him. ’Very good, Holly Winslow. You’ve gotten very bold now.’
"Come with me. I need to talk to you."
With that, he pulled her to her feet. The two of them skirted around the crowd, left the sports field, and stopped under a tree in a dark spot.
Before Holly Winslow could even begin to apologize, he roughly pushed her against the tree trunk. The next second, he was kissing her.
No, it was more like biting.
"Hiss... Mor...timer..."
A few minutes later, Mortimer Quincy finally let her go, but Holly Winslow didn’t dare move. Something was pressing against her lower body.
Mortimer Quincy’s low, hoarse voice held a hint of danger. "Did my wifey let my words go in one ear and out the other? Do you think that just because you’re still young, I won’t touch you?"
"Hm?"
"Come on, let’s give it a try tonight. I guarantee you’ll be satisfied."
Holly Winslow: "..."
She reached out and tugged on the corner of his shirt, saying weakly, "Hubby, I was wrong."
"Wrong? I don’t think you’re wrong. You’ve got dozens of ’hubbies’ in this school." Mortimer Quincy was truly furious. He reached out, lifted her chin, and bit her lips again.
Knowing she was in the wrong, Holly Winslow let him bite her. After he let go, she carefully tried to placate him. "I only have one hubby, and his name is Mortimer Quincy. Hubby, hubby, hubby, don’t be angry anymore, okay? I promise it won’t happen again."
This display of affection clearly worked on Mortimer Quincy. His anger subsided, as did his ’fire.’ "Say ’hubby’ a hundred times for me."
Holly Winslow: "..."
’So childish.’
She was angry but didn’t dare say it, so she whispered, "Hubby, hubby, hubby..."
As she called out, Mortimer Quincy would answer each time.
Five or six minutes later, Holly Winslow finished. She thought that this would have appeased Mortimer Quincy’s anger and asked tentatively, "Is Hubby satisfied now?"
"Not satisfied. If you don’t get first place in the year-end finals, we’ll settle this score during winter break." Mortimer Quincy nipped the tip of her nose.
Holly Winslow: "..."
...
It was almost lights-out when Holly Winslow returned to the dorm. Anna Willow saw her and said happily, "Holly, we got first place!"
She paused. "Huh? Holly, why are your lips so swollen? Are you allergic to the lipstick?"
Iris Kensington leaned in for a look too. "Whoa, it’s true. Holly, you’ve got sausage lips! Hahaha."
Holly Winslow: "..."
She covered her mouth awkwardly.
「A Dream」
"What was my score? Am I first in the year?"
The girl squeezed through the crowd and found her name at the very bottom of the list. "How could I get a zero? Impossible, impossible."
「The scene shifted.」
A young man pinned the girl beneath him. "Last place? Hm? There are over a thousand students in your year, so let’s start with a thousand times."
