Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 98: Let Your Cousin Sleep at Your Place

Chapter 98: Chapter 98: Let Your Cousin Sleep at Your Place

Pantheon, the single guy: "..."

’Mortimer Quincy, could you please act like a decent human being for once?’

Zeke Zane shot him a look from the side. Pantheon had never won a single war of words with Mortimer, yet he stubbornly kept banging his head against a wall.

Seeing Mortimer getting ready to leave, he quickly got to the point. "Mortimer, a few of us are taking you out for dinner tomorrow night to celebrate your birthday."

Only then did Mortimer remember it was his birthday. Thinking about Holly’s "sneaky" behavior, he had a good idea of what was going on. "I’m not free tomorrow. I’ll treat you guys to dinner on Sunday."

Pantheon cried out, "What? Mortimer, we all agreed! Quincy and the others have already gone to book our seats. If you don’t come, you’d be totally bailing on us."

"Besides, we already invited our sister-in-law, and she promised us she’d be back tomorrow. You can’t make her come all this way for nothing, can you?"

Before Pantheon had even finished his sentence, Mortimer cut in crisply, "I’ll be there."

Pantheon: "..."

He gave Mortimer a look that said, "You’ve got to be kidding me," and couldn’t stop himself from complaining, "Mortimer, you have such double standards."

Zeke Zane felt a devastating blow. Their years of brotherhood were apparently worth less than a girlfriend he hadn’t even had for a year.

’That stung.’

Mortimer arched an eyebrow in response. "Thanks for the compliment, single boy."

...

Holly Winslow went to the biggest mall in the county and looked at watches on the first floor. It was a small county town, after all, so there were almost no high-end, custom watches. The most expensive ones were only five or six thousand yuan.

She chose a black mechanical watch for 3,800 yuan. Then, an idea struck her, and she picked one out for Wyatt Winslow as well—a watch with a large, round face and a leather strap for 4,200 yuan.

The sales associate at the counter looked at the young girl in front of her. She didn’t look at all like someone who could afford an eight-thousand-yuan purchase. Still, her tone was reasonably polite. "That will be eight thousand in total, miss."

Holly Winslow nodded and took a card out of her schoolbag. "Card."

The sales associate froze for a second, then took the card and swiped it. The eight-thousand-yuan charge actually went through.

Holly ignored the associate’s shocked expression and said softly, "Could you gift-wrap them for me, please? They’re presents."

She left the mall about ten minutes later. After buying a bowl of fried potatoes, she strolled leisurely home.

「Saturday」

Mortimer and Holly had cram school, so they didn’t go to the internet cafe to play games with Zeke Zane and the others. After class that afternoon, Holly went home to drop off her schoolbag. Wyatt Winslow was at home, typing away on his computer.

Holly had told him yesterday that she was going out for Mortimer’s birthday, and Wyatt had already given her his permission.

Still, Holly felt a little sheepish. "Dad, I’m heading out now."

"Alright."

Wyatt picked up a bag from the sofa and handed it to her, instructing her sternly, "Give this to him. Be back before nine. And no drinking."

Holly opened it curiously for a peek. It was a name-brand, black and silver fountain pen. Remembering something, she quickly ran to her bedroom and came back out with an item. "Dad, this is for you."

Wyatt Winslow was a bit taken aback when she handed him the box. He reached out and took it. It was a watch, and he could tell from the brand that it wasn’t cheap.

He looked up at Holly, his lips pressed into a thin line. "Did you save up your allowance for this?"

That was Wyatt for you; his first reaction was always concern for Holly. A warmth spread through Holly’s chest. She chuckled, "Hehe. No, Dad. It was from my New Year’s money."

Wyatt took a few hundred-yuan bills from his wallet and gave them to her. "I’ll get more cash for you tomorrow."

Holly waved her hands. "Dad, I still have money! I’m leaving now, bye!" With that, she grabbed her things and ran off.

The front door opened and shut.

Wyatt’s gaze fell on the watch, lingering for a few seconds. He took off the watch he had worn for years and put on the one Holly had bought him.

A faint smile touched his lips.

...

Mortimer was waiting for Holly downstairs and saw her hopping down the stairs, carrying two bags.

She looked just like a little hopper.

He pursed his lips to hide a low chuckle. When she got closer, he said, "Hopper, how about a few more hops for me?"

Hearing the nickname "Hopper" again, Holly glared at him, a mixture of embarrassment and anger. "You’re the Hopper! Or rather, the Big Hopper!"

’Frogs are so ugly.’

Mortimer couldn’t hold back his laughter and didn’t deny it. "I’m Hopper’s husband, so of course that makes me the Big Hopper."

Holly: "..."

"So childish."

She handed the bags to Mortimer. "The white one is from my dad."

"Please thank him for me."

Mortimer glanced at the small gray bag and reached inside. He pulled out a box with a red bow tied around it.

Inside the box was a watch.

He took off the watch he was wearing and held out his wrist. "Hopper, put it on for your Big Hopper."

Holly held out one hand, showing all five fingers with a playfully haughty expression. "Service fee is fifty yuan."

"Done." Quincy the Moneybags lifted his chin, pulling a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and giving it to her.

Holly shamelessly pocketed the money. After fastening the watch on his wrist, she blinked and joked, "Not bad. You look like a rich young master."

Mortimer chuckled, unable to resist ruffling her loose hair. "Is your secret stash empty now? Don’t worry, your ’husband’ will top it up for you later."

"In that case, you can top me up with a few million," Holly said, shaking her head at him cheerfully.

Mortimer raised his eyebrows and said with a perfectly straight face, "In that case, I guess I’ll just have to give you a husband instead."

Before Holly could respond, he added, "After all, this husband’s good looks are worth a hundred million."

Holly: "..."

She said with a look of mock disgust, "I think your shamelessness is worth a hundred million." Then she took off running.

...

The dinner was at a popular barbecue restaurant in Pantheon’s mall. Zeke Zane and the others had booked a private room for the ten-plus people attending.

Everyone there was a guy except for Holly. They probably all knew that Mortimer wasn’t fond of having other girls around.

When the couple arrived, Pantheon immediately started hollering, "Mortimer, penalty drink! Penalty drink! We’ve been waiting for you for more than ten minutes!"

Mortimer raised his eyebrows and glanced at Holly, his look seeming to say, ’It’s fine as long as the person next to me agrees.’

He then pulled out a chair for Holly, and once she was seated, he sat down beside her.

Pantheon: "..."

’He’s not even married and he’s already completely whipped!’

He was determined to mess with Mortimer today. He looked at Holly and started, "Sis..."

’He’d almost called her ’sister-in-law’.’

He quickly corrected himself. "Cousin, how about you let your ’cousin’ here have a few beers?"

Noticing everyone was looking at her, Holly rubbed her nose in embarrassment. "Do whatever you want."

Pantheon shot Mortimer a look that screamed, ’You’re so dead.’ "Mortimer, your ’cousin’ gave her permission! Drink up, drink up!" he said, pouring him a glass.

Mortimer took the glass and downed it in one go. After that, Zeke Zane and the others took turns hassling him.

The beer wasn’t very strong, so Holly wasn’t worried about Mortimer. She ate her barbecue with a clear conscience.

After about one beer, Mortimer put down his glass. "That’s enough for me. I have to take my Holly home later."

Pantheon and Zeke Zane exchanged a look. "..."

Paul Powell, who was enjoying his drinks, chimed in, "Just have your ’cousin’ sleep over at your place! Come on, keep drinking!"

Holly had just stuffed a piece of meat into her mouth, and hearing this, she suddenly started choking. COUGH! Mortimer patted her on the back. Once she’d caught her breath, the corners of his eyes lifted in a smirk. "What do you think, Holly? Is that okay with you?"

Holly shot him a glare. ’Okay, my foot!’

Mortimer gave Paul Powell a slight shrug, putting on a helpless expression. "Holly doesn’t agree. You guys go ahead and drink."

Pantheon and Zeke Zane, who knew what was really going on: "..."

’Damn!’