Robin Roland let out a surprised "Huh?" She looked a little lost, which was rather amusing.

Then, she glanced at Wyatt Winslow, as if she already knew. "That’s great," she said earnestly. "Mortimer Quincy is a good kid. Last time he saw you were cold, he specifically asked to borrow a heat pack from me to warm you up."

Something occurred to her. "I remember now! You were in the newspaper with him. No wonder I thought you looked a bit familiar the first time I saw you."

"He really is great," Holly Winslow said, glancing at Wyatt Winslow and praising him with a touch of pride.

Speak of the devil. Mortimer Quincy called to say he was already in the amusement park and asked where they were.

Knowing that Robin Roland and Yara Nolan were there, he had bought three cups of milk tea. But when he saw Holly’s father... "..."

The milk tea in his hands suddenly felt impossible to offer.

Holly Winslow thoughtfully resolved the awkwardness for him. "I don’t want any, I’m full from what I drank earlier." She handed the drinks to Wyatt Winslow and the others.

Robin Roland and Yara Nolan both said they didn’t want one, but Holly Winslow insisted on giving them the drinks.

Wyatt Winslow happened to get the milk tea Mortimer Quincy had ordered for Holly Winslow, the one with extra toppings. On the lid was a label: "Less sugar, extra pearls, extra coconut jelly, add grass jelly."

He looked up at Mortimer Quincy. For a moment, he felt that Mortimer knew Holly Winslow even better than he did.

He handed the milk tea back to Holly Winslow, his expression unchanging. "I don’t want any."

"What else do you want to ride?" He looked at Mortimer Quincy as he spoke, clearly asking him.

In truth, Holly and the other three had already done almost everything they wanted.

This was Wyatt Winslow’s "cold," unspoken way of showing he cared.

Mortimer Quincy glanced at Holly Winslow and smiled, pressing his lips together. "The carousel."

Wyatt Winslow was taken aback for a second, then grunted in assent. The group went for another ride on the carousel.

For lunch, Robin Roland treated them to hot and sour noodles, which was about the only kind of fast food available at the amusement park.

Robin Roland was a little apologetic. "Holly, I’ll treat you all to a proper meal next time."

"Aunt Roland, hot and sour noodles are great! It’s my dad’s favorite," Holly Winslow said as she split her disposable chopsticks and took a bite.

Hearing this, Wyatt Winslow stared at Holly Winslow, momentarily stunned. He hadn’t eaten hot and sour noodles in many years.

Because Yvonne Lewis didn’t like them.

Robin Roland smiled and called to Wyatt Winslow, "Holly’s father, get another bowl if you finish that one. On second thought, I’ll just have them bring one over now." With that, she got up to order another bowl.

Wyatt Winslow was about to say there was no need, but Robin Roland had already paid. She quickly brought the bowl of hot and sour noodles and set it in front of him, smiling. "Holly’s father, go on and eat. If it’s not enough, we can get more."

Wyatt Winslow pushed his glasses up. "Thank you."

"Don’t mention it. I haven’t even thanked Holly yet," Robin Roland said, waving her hand dismissively.

...

Wyatt Winslow didn’t stay much longer. That evening, he drove them back to the university before heading home himself.

...

After finishing her college entrance exams, Yara Nolan found a job tutoring a middle school student. During that time, she even treated Holly Winslow and Mortimer Quincy to a hotpot dinner.

Robin Roland would occasionally bring them some home-cooked dishes.

Once Holly’s tutoring sessions with Yara Nolan were over, she had more time to focus on her own studies. With final exams a little over half a month away, she began to review.

Her three dorm mates, Serena Shaw and the others, marveled daily at her diligence. They couldn’t think of anyone else besides Holly Winslow who worked that hard in college.

Simone Quincy couldn’t help but tease, "Holly, have you been deprived of books for the past eight lifetimes or something?" 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

At first, Holly Winslow didn’t get it, but then it clicked and she laughed out loud, agreeing, "Maybe I didn’t get to study in my past life, so I’m trying to make up for it in this one."

Autumn Underwood chimed in, "I guess that means I studied way too much in my past life."

At that, all four of them in the dorm room burst out laughing.

Perhaps Holly Winslow’s diligence reminded them of the possibility of failing, because they started to get a little anxious and began reviewing with her.

The atmosphere for studying can be set by a single person, for better or for worse.

That’s why the atmosphere is so important.

The four of them formed a study squad. Whoever was free would go to the study hall to save five seats—the extra one, naturally, was for Mortimer Quincy.

Mortimer Quincy didn’t let them save his seat for free. He often bought snacks for them to share.

In exchange, Holly Winslow’s activities were "sold out."

Mortimer Quincy found out that Holly Winslow had been eating instant noodles and lectured her for several minutes. After hanging up, she shot a mournful glare at her three dorm mates. "My dear goddesses, could you please stop being spies? I’ll buy you snacks."

Serena Shaw raised her hand to speak. "Holly, it’s not that we’re spies. Your boyfriend tricked it out of us."

"Yesterday, he asked me what flavor of instant noodles you usually like to eat in the dorm. I thought he was going to buy some for you, so I told him you like the pickled cabbage and beef flavor."

She bowed guiltily toward Holly Winslow. "I offer my sincerest apologies."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’That guy is too devious.’

She had just had that thought when Autumn Underwood said, "Holly, your boyfriend is so devious. How do you keep him in line?"

Simone Quincy tilted her head to look at her. "Is that even a question? With her looks, of course. All it takes is one glance from Holly to have her boyfriend hooked."

Holly Winslow: "..."

She managed to choke out, "He’s the one who seduced me."

The dorm room was silent for a few seconds, then erupted in laughter.

Serena Shaw laughed so hard she doubled over. "With your boyfriend’s looks, that’s actually possible."

...

「During this time」 Anna Willow and Zeke Zane’s cold war, which had lasted for over half a month, finally came to an end.

Zeke Zane generously treated them all to a meal.

After her final exams were over, Holly Winslow packed her things and went home. As before, she planned to find a tutoring job.

But on the evening of her second day home, Wyatt Winslow suddenly asked her to work at the factory for two months as an assistant.

Holly Winslow was surprised for a moment, but then she understood what he meant. He wanted her to get some real-world experience.

It would make it easier for her to adapt to the working world later on.

In her past life, Wyatt Winslow had also asked her to work at the factory. She had thought he just wanted to keep an eye on her and had irritably picked a fight with him over it.

’I’m not your daughter, I’m your worker! I’ll do whatever you tell me to do, just give me some personal space, okay?!’

That was the first time the two of them had ever fought. Wyatt Winslow had been the first to walk out, and she had truly broken his heart.

As the events of the past repeated themselves, Holly Winslow’s feelings grew deeper. The more upset she felt, the more emotional she became. "Okay," she said.

Seeing her eyes suddenly turn red, Wyatt Winslow froze, thinking she was unwilling to go. He pressed his lips together and said, "It’s okay if you don’t want to. I can ask around about a tutoring job."

"Dad isn’t trying to force you. Dad just..."

Awkward with words, he didn’t know what else to say.

"Why wouldn’t I want to? I’d love to! Hehe, I get to help Dad and get paid for it."

Holly Winslow composed herself and sat down next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Dad, you have to pay me a little extra, okay?" she added, her tone playful.

"Okay." Wyatt Winslow smiled.

Working in a factory was completely different from tutoring. The people in the factory—their education levels, their personalities—were nothing like those she would encounter in a tutoring environment, so different things were bound to happen.

On the day of the month when salaries were calculated, Holly Winslow triple-checked everything before handing it over to the accountant. The accountant reviewed it once more, and seeing no issues, they began to distribute the pay.

Everything should have gone smoothly according to procedure, but payday did not go well. Several workers claimed they had been shorted and that the calculations were wrong.

Holly Winslow calculated everything again, but still found no errors. Just as she was about to say something, the accountant calmly addressed the workers, "We will notify you after we’ve verified the amounts. Please go back to work for now."