Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 75: Beg Hubby, and Hubby Will Help You
His sudden comment made Holly Winslow choke on her saliva. She coughed quietly a few times, shot him a look that said ’don’t even think about it,’ and then went back to her work.
She was still holding a grudge over the time Mortimer Quincy threw the love letter she wrote him into the trash, right in front of her.
Seeing that she wasn’t responding, Mortimer Quincy continued to pester her. He reached out, grabbed the tip of her ponytail, and gave it a couple of gentle tugs. "Holly," he said in a ridiculously charming voice, "I’ll write you one too, okay?"
"Okay?"
"Okay?"
Holly Winslow was weakest to this side of him; it was completely irresistible. She scooted a little to the side and started to consider his offer.
To be honest, the offer was quite tempting. That rascal Mortimer Quincy had never written her a love letter before.
She chewed on the end of her pen and readily agreed, "No less than 500 words."
Hearing the 500-word count, Mortimer Quincy fell silent: "..."
’A love letter needs that many words?’
Holly Winslow knew her husband all too well. Don’t be fooled by his constant stream of flirtatious nonsense; making him sit down and properly write a 500-word love letter was harder for him than memorizing a math textbook.
She blinked playfully. "Deal or no deal? If you don’t agree, then forget it. It’s not like I want to write one anyway."
If she had known what kind of love letter that rascal Mortimer Quincy would end up writing, she wouldn’t have agreed even if it killed her.
Mortimer Quincy nodded. "Fine." For the rest of study hall, he sat with a draft notebook, scribbling things out and rewriting them over and over. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
To maintain the element of surprise, Holly Winslow resisted the urge to peek and instead focused on writing her English speech.
It wasn’t until she got back to her dorm that she took out a pretty sheet of paper, curled up under her covers, and started writing her love letter.
...
On Monday, during second period, it was time for the routine uniform and school ID inspection. Holly Winslow’s uniform had arrived, and wearing it made her look even more like an elementary school student.
Mortimer Quincy didn’t tease Holly Winslow this time, because the dean of discipline was watching from nearby.
After the national anthem, the dean of discipline took the stage to address last week’s infractions. "Good morning, students. I want to re-emphasize one thing: the school prohibits the harassment of female students and also forbids dating. Anyone caught will have their parents notified immediately and will receive a demerit. There will be no exceptions."
"Students, this is the time for you to be studying. You shouldn’t be wasting your time and energy on other things."
Feeling a pang of guilt, Holly Winslow shrank back slightly. ’I can’t be too affectionate with Mortimer anymore,’ she thought.
At that moment, Mortimer Quincy didn’t realize that his efforts to chase away suitors had also chased away his own privileges.
The dean of discipline spoke for a few minutes before calling Hank King to the stage to give his public apology.
In front of the entire school, Hank King read in a lifeless monotone, "Hello, everyone. I’m Hank King from Class 7 of the second year. I disregarded school rules and caused distress to a female classmate. I’d like to take this opportunity to apologize to her. I have reflected deeply on my actions and urge all of you not to make the same mistake..."
The school’s decision to single out this incident for discussion put all the homeroom teachers on high alert.
Fourth period was Chinese class, which was also Gabe Chaucer’s class.
To emphasize the point about dating, Gabe Chaucer took a few minutes at the beginning of class. "You all heard the dean of discipline, right? Dating gets you a demerit." As he spoke, he glanced in Mortimer Quincy’s direction.
Of everyone in the class, Mortimer Quincy was the one he knew for sure was dating someone.
The glance didn’t faze Mortimer Quincy in the slightest, but Holly Winslow felt a pang of guilt. She buried her head so low it nearly disappeared into her textbook.
Gabe Chaucer continued, "Don’t be in such a rush to date. Wait until after the college entrance exams are over. Then you can date as much as you want. Heck, these days you can even get extra credit in college for getting married."
"My wife and I started dating back then, and now we both teach at the same school. Isn’t that great?"
"What I’m trying to say is, focus on your studies first. A good education leads to financial security. The girls in our class don’t have to worry, but the boys? You need to work hard. If you don’t have money, you might not even be able to find a girlfriend in the future, haha."
The students all laughed.
...
After lunch, Mortimer Quincy first walked Holly Winslow back to the classroom, then headed to the school store by himself.
He started browsing the greeting card section and eventually picked out a red, heart-shaped card. A few girls nearby started looking over, buzzing with excitement. "Look! It’s Mortimer Quincy!"
Mortimer Quincy calmly took the card, then went to the candy aisle and grabbed five bags of candy.
He ran into Hank King at the checkout. Hank King’s eyes fell on the card in Mortimer’s hand, where they lingered for a few seconds.
The next second, his eyes met Mortimer Quincy’s. Hank King flinched and instinctively glanced down at his school ID. He was wearing it. He let out a sigh of relief.
Mortimer Quincy paid and left.
Hank King whispered to the classmate behind him, "Is Mortimer Quincy writing a love letter?"
The classmate behind him shook his head confidently. "No way. A guy like Mortimer Quincy doesn’t write love letters. It’s always the other way around."
Hank King considered Mortimer Quincy’s usual scowl and figured he probably wasn’t the type to write a love letter. Besides, if there was a girl he liked, he wouldn’t need to write one—his face was more than enough.
The thought depressed him. It was infuriating how unfair life was.
Back in the classroom, Mortimer Quincy placed three bags of candy on Zeke Zane’s desk. "You guys can split these."
He tried to stuff the remaining two bags into Holly Winslow’s desk drawer, but they wouldn’t fit. He peeked inside and saw it was already crammed full of snacks, so he put them in his own drawer instead.
"Holly, if you want some, just grab them yourself."
Holly Winslow: "..."
’Was he planning on filling up her drawer with snacks, and then his own?’
"Mortimer Quincy, stop buying snacks. I still have two huge bags of them in my dorm room I haven’t even touched."
She pouted and held up three fingers. "I weighed myself yesterday," she said, annoyed. "I’ve gained three pounds since the week before last. Three! Whole! Pounds!"
"It’s only three pounds. We can burn that off with a few ’workouts.’"
He put heavy emphasis on the word ’workouts’.
Mortimer Quincy grinned and leaned closer, wiggling his eyebrows. "Just ask your hubby, and I’ll help you out."
Holly Winslow: "..."
She took out a new notebook and wrote a title in large letters on the cover: *Q-Doggie’s Demerit Book.*
Feb. 18: Minus two points. Reason: Incessant lewd comments.
She looked at Mortimer Quincy and laid out the rules. "Once you get to ten demerits... we give each other the silent treatment for a whole day."
This was her "policy," implemented in response to the school’s crackdown on student dating.
A ban on Quincy the Rogue.
Mortimer Quincy: "..."
He stared at his personal demerit book and asked through clenched teeth, "And how exactly are these points deducted?"
Holly Winslow thought for a moment, then gave a mischievous giggle. "It depends on my mood. If I’m happy, I’ll deduct fewer points. If I’m not, I’ll deduct more."
Mortimer Quincy: "..."
’Looks like wifey has really taken after me.’
He asked forlornly, "Is there no way to get bonus points?"
"Of course," Holly Winslow said after a moment’s thought, starting to count on her fingers. "Washing the dishes, getting my food... things like that will earn you one point each."
A smirk played on Mortimer Quincy’s lips. He leaned in close and whispered, "And if I get to ten points, do I get a little kiss?"
Holly Winslow: "..."
She picked up her pen and wrote in the demerit book again: Minus two points. Reason: Mentioned a forbidden word.
Mortimer Quincy: "..."
To make sure Mortimer Quincy was perfectly clear on which "forbidden words" were off-limits, Holly Winslow wrote out a list for him: *kiss-kiss, huggies, wifey, lift me up, ’workout’...*
Mortimer Quincy: "..."
He turned away, sat up straight, and began ignoring Holly Winslow. He wasn’t allowed to kiss her, wasn’t allowed to hold her hand, and now he wasn’t even allowed to *say* the words.
He was officially sulking.
And he needed to be coaxed.
