Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 99: Mortimer Quincy, Are You Whipped?

Chapter 99: Chapter 99: Mortimer Quincy, Are You Whipped?

Pantheon looked at Mortimer Quincy’s handsome, triumphant face and couldn’t help but say, "Mortimer, are you, uh... henpecked?"

Chase Hawkins chimed in, "Girlfriend-pecked."

The others glanced at Holly Winslow and burst out laughing. Holly’s face turned red, and she lowered her head to eat a piece of grilled meat.

Perhaps because of the alcohol, Mortimer had lost his usual "don’t mess with me" scowl. He leaned back lightly in his chair. "That’s right. I’m hopelessly henpecked. It’s incurable."

Pantheon and Zeke Zane: "..."

’Shameless!’

The others thought he was just playing along with their joke and broke into another round of rowdy laughter. Soon, they started goofing around with each other again, but they left Mortimer alone.

The group of boys started talking about video games, and Holly listened with great interest as she ate.

Mortimer glanced at Holly’s bowl, which was piled high with grilled meat, before his gaze fell on her face. Her cheeks were puffed out, stuffed with food. She chewed continuously, her small mouth pouting over and over.

His Adam’s apple bobbed. In a voice raspy from the alcohol, he said, "Honey, feed me a piece."

Holly subconsciously picked up a piece with her chopsticks and fed it to him. After he ate it, her eyes sparkled. "Is it good? I think this BBQ place is delicious."

"Anything my honey feeds me is delicious."

Mortimer leaned back in his chair, draping one arm over Holly’s shoulder. His eyes were hazy from the alcohol, carrying a hint of desire.

He lifted his chin slightly and said again, "Honey, feed me another piece."

Holly was stunned by his handsome looks for a good ten seconds. When she snapped out of it, she averted her gaze. ’Ahem, that stupid Mortimer, seducing me in front of everyone.’

Noticing everyone else was watching them, she put half the meat from her bowl into Mortimer’s. "Eat it yourself."

Then she picked up a slice of watermelon, about to cool herself down, but the next second, someone took a bite out of it. "..."

Looking at the certain someone with watermelon juice on the corner of his mouth, her cheeks flushed red instantly. She widened her eyes and glared at him. "Mortimer! If you want some, can’t you get it yourself?"

"Actually, I wanted a bite of you," Mortimer said, his playfulness at its peak. He quirked an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth lifting into a half-smirk.

Holly: "..."

’I suspect he’s drunk.’

A few minutes past eight, they finished eating. Mortimer got up to pay the bill, but Zeke Zane and the others quickly stopped him. Paul Powell let out a drunken hiccup. "Mortimer, we said it’s our treat, so it’s our treat. Are you looking down on us?"

While Zeke Zane and the others were settling the bill, Holly went to the restroom.

Just then, Pantheon handed a bag to Mortimer. "Mortimer, we wish you a happy eighteenth birthday."

The other guys all crowded around.

Seeing their lewd smiles, Mortimer knew it was nothing good—at least, not for him at this particular moment.

He glanced at the contents of the bag. "..."

Boris Owens was the only one in their group with any experience. "Mortimer, want me to teach you a few moves?"

Mortimer: "..."

’Like I need a punk like you to teach me?’

He closed the bag and handed it back to them. "No thanks. I won’t be needing it."

Pantheon chuckled mischievously. "You’ll need it eventually. It’s just a little something from us to celebrate you becoming an adult."

Boris Owens chimed in again, "You have to take things like that step by step. You can’t rush it."

Mortimer: "..."

’What the hell is this shameless crap they’re spouting?’

「...」

After Pantheon and his friends left, Holly stared curiously at the bag in Mortimer’s hands, thinking it was some kind of toy or gift. "Hubby, is it something fun?"

Hearing the word "fun," Mortimer raised an eyebrow and handed the bag directly to her. "My honey will know once she plays with it."

Holly looked inside the bag. "..."

Then she started coughing violently, her face flushing crimson.

It took her a long time to recover. She shot the certain someone a speechless glance. "Mortimer, is this what you guys think about in high school?"

She knew high school boys watched those kinds of movies, ahem, but she didn’t know they actually did *that* kind of thing.

Mortimer shook his head and said with a straight face, "I never used to. But I do now."

Holly: "..."

She handed the hot potato back to him, warning, "I’m not an adult yet."

Mortimer’s eyes swept over her chest as he said meaningfully, "I can tell."

Holly: "!!"

She jumped up and pretended to strangle him. "Mortimer, I’m gonna kill you!"

Mortimer chuckled, then bent down and scooped his fuming wife into his arms. "Bring it on. Your hubby can take it."

「...」

Holly was whisked back home by Mortimer. She originally thought the scoundrel was going to try something improper, but it turned out he just brought her home to eat cake.

Andre Quincy and Brooke Jarvis weren’t home; they were out on business. The two of them had already taken time to celebrate Mortimer’s birthday with him at noon.

After lighting the candles for him, Holly sang a cheerful "Happy Birthday." "Hubby, quick, close your eyes and make a wish."

Under the flickering candlelight, the girl looked lively and adorable, especially her eyes, which curved into beautiful crescents.

Mortimer clasped his hands together, his lips curling into a handsome smile. "I wish to marry my honey when I’m 22."

Holly laughed and huffed twice, pouting. "It won’t come true if you say it out loud."

Mortimer was utterly charmed by her adorable expression. He leaned in and gave her a kiss. "It’ll come true if my honey agrees. So, honey, do you agree?"

Holly put on a haughty expression. "I suppose I’ll agree."

Mortimer let out a low chuckle, scooped up a bit of frosting, and quickly smeared it on her lips. "Let hubby have a taste and see if it’s sweet." Before her stunned eyes, he held her face and kissed her directly.

A few minutes later, he let her go, completely satisfied. His magnetic voice was slow and measured. "Sweet enough to kill your hubby."

Holly caught her breath, then reached out, scooped up some cream, and started smearing it on Mortimer’s face. Mortimer didn’t dodge or move, leaning against the sofa and letting her do it.

Holly smeared it on his nose, forehead, and mouth. Finally, she took out her phone and snapped a few pictures of him, saying smugly, "Hubby, you’d better not mess with me in the future. Be careful, or I’ll expose you."

"Alright. I won’t mess with my honey anymore."

While she was looking at the photos, Mortimer leaned over and rubbed his face all over hers. When Holly realized what was happening, she started to fight back. "You! Quincy the Puppy, launching a sneak attack on me!"

The two of them began to destroy the exquisite cake. Mortimer was covered in cream by Holly; even his abs under his shirt were smeared with it.

Holly was also covered in cake, not because Mortimer smeared it on her, but because she’d rubbed against him herself.

That shameless rogue Mortimer didn’t smear cream on her; he just took every opportunity to kiss and touch her.

「...」

It was 9:05 PM by the time Holly got home. Wyatt Winslow was still in the living room watching the financial news. Hearing the door open, he looked over and saw the traces of cake and cream on Holly.

Meeting his gaze, Holly touched her nose guiltily, then said with a wide smile, "Dad, have you eaten? If not, I can cook you some noodles."

"I’ve eaten." Seeing how happy she looked, Wyatt didn’t ask why she was back late. He added, "Your Mr. Carlton just called me. He wants you to go back to Jarton Second High this Friday after school. Said they’re giving out scholarships."

Holly’s eyes lit up. At Jarton Second High, the first-place student at the end of each semester received a five-hundred-yuan scholarship. She had completely forgotten about that.

She put on the air of a little rich girl and said, "When I get it, I’ll treat you to hot pot, Dad."

A hint of softness appeared on Wyatt’s face. "Okay."