Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 91: I Saw Mortimer Quincy Wanting to Kiss Holly Winslow’s Face

Chapter 91: Chapter 91: I Saw Mortimer Quincy Wanting to Kiss Holly Winslow’s Face

"Hopper" was stunned by his sudden move. When she came to her senses, her face flushed red. She used the two round plaques to shield her cheeks. "Mortimer Quincy, let go of me."

Right then, Mortimer didn’t care about the stares from others. He only wanted to hear "Hopper" say "I love you." Still, he didn’t just stand there and let everyone watch. He grabbed her wrist and led her out of the crowd.

Gabe Chaucer, who was standing nearby and hadn’t had a chance to say anything, was left speechless. "..."

Watching the two of them leave the crowd, Pantheon let go of Paul Powell and the others. With the sour grapes of a single guy, he said, "See? Mortimer only needs his cousin. He doesn’t need you big lugs getting in the way."

Paul Powell rubbed his nose and tutted a few times. "TSK TSK. Mortimer is choosing his girl over his friends more and more. But if I had a soft, adorable cousin, I’d dote on her just like he does."

Zeke Zane rolled his eyes at him. "Rook, I think you need to get your eyes checked."

Pantheon nodded in agreement. "Definitely."

Paul Powell felt like the two of them were always "targeting" him lately. He gave them both a light punch in annoyance. "You’re the ones who need to go to the hospital!"

Chase Hawkins, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly said something shocking. "I’m starting to think Mortimer and his cousin have something going on."

Before anyone else could react, he clasped his hands together and said with great sincerity, "Lord have mercy. What a sin, what a sin. How depraved of me."

The others: "..."

Pantheon and Zeke Zane were speechless.

Paul Powell burst out laughing. "HA HA!" Then he shot Chase Hawkins a disdainful look. "Quincy, have you been reading too much smut? Your mind is in the gutter!"

The supposedly depraved Chase Hawkins didn’t acknowledge the first part of the accusation. "Get outta here. My tastes aren’t as heavy as yours. You’re the one reading stuff like *Nine Wives Fell for Me* and *The Four Heavenly Consorts*."

At that, the other guys all looked at Paul Powell. Pantheon roared with laughter. "HA HA! I never would’ve guessed, Rook! You want a girl on each arm? Does Luna Lynch know about this?"

A blush crept over Paul Powell’s tan face. He retorted unnaturally, "No, I don’t! Stop talking nonsense." With that, he walked away, looking guilty.

...

Meanwhile, Holly Winslow and Mortimer Quincy returned to the classroom. Mortimer was covered in sweat and was about to grab a short-sleeved shirt from his drawer to change into when he noticed an extra bottle of soda and a note. "Mortimer, you can do it! —V.W."

Before Holly could even figure out who it was from, that rascal Mortimer, with a cold expression, tossed the soda into the trash can, looking thoroughly annoyed.

Holly Winslow: "..."

Seeing her staring at the trash can, Mortimer’s lips curled into a smirk. "Want a drink? Your hubby will take you to buy one later."

The classroom was empty, so he closed the front door, drew the curtains, and stripped off his shirt to change right in front of Holly.

His torso was exposed to the air.

Holly’s eyes widened. She mentally counted... a six-pack. Ahem. She couldn’t resist reaching out and poking one. "Hubby, since when did you have abs?" she asked curiously.

Mortimer hadn’t expected her to touch him, and a tingling sensation shot through his body.

Shit!

He grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest. "Abs? Your hubby was born with ’em."

"Want to feel? It’s free."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’Who’s afraid of who? If he wants me to touch them, I’ll touch them.’

She squeezed his somewhat hard chest, then poked it again.

The next second, Mortimer had her pinned against the windowsill. Her stool clattered loudly to the floor.

The boy lowered his head and kissed Holly aggressively. She instinctively tried to pull back, but there was nowhere to retreat.

"Mmph... This is the classroom."

A few minutes later, Mortimer satisfyingly let go of Holly, who was leaning limply against the window. He unhurriedly picked up the white short-sleeved shirt and pulled it on.

He looked at Holly, her face flushed and her breathing slightly ragged, and raised an eyebrow. "Wifey, when we get home, your hubby will let you feel him up all you want. From top to bottom."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’Feel you up my ass.’

Seeing her face turn an even deeper shade of red, Mortimer leaned in mischievously and gave her cheek a light nip. "If my wifey is that desperate to touch me right now, then I guess your hubby can reluctantly agree."

Holly Winslow: "..." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

She said disdainfully, "I don’t want to touch you! There’s barely any meat on you anyway. Go on, get away from me! Mortimer! You! Pervert!"

Hearing her "barely any meat" comment, Mortimer gave her chest a meaningful look. Holly Winslow: "..."

"Mortimer Quincy, I’m never speaking to you again!! I’m mad! We’re done!!"

Furious and embarrassed, she pushed him away, squeezed out from her seat, and stormed out of the classroom.

...

As evening self-study was about to end, Holly got hungry and had a craving for instant noodles, but that rascal Mortimer wouldn’t let her have any.

She wrote a note and passed it to Mortimer: "I want instant noodles. No objections. All objections are void."

Mortimer turned to look at her, frowning slightly. Holly puffed up her cheeks, her expression leaving no room for negotiation.

After a dozen seconds or so, Mortimer gave in with a helpless but fond expression. He ruffled his messy hair and stated his condition: "Once every two months."

Holly readily agreed.

The moment evening self-study ended, Mortimer and Holly ran to the school store. Otherwise, they’d get stuck in a long line.

Because he was matching Holly’s pace, Mortimer didn’t run too fast. By the time they got to the store, quite a few people were already there.

Mortimer went to grab the instant noodles while Holly got in line. A few minutes later, they went to the hot water room to prepare them, and finally ended up squatting on the steps to eat.

By now, the steps were almost completely full of students.

Holly looked at Mortimer, who was holding his own cup of noodles beside her, and giggled. "HEH HEH. Moira, let me have a couple of bites of your pickled vegetable flavor later."

"Give me a kiss first," Mortimer said, tilting his head.

Holly Winslow: "..."

Once the noodles were ready, she took her fork, snatched a mouthful from Mortimer’s bowl, and quickly slurped it down. But the noodles were too hot. She opened her mouth, trying to cool them down for a long moment.

Mortimer held his hand out by her mouth. "Spit it out."

Holly swallowed. "HEH HEH," she giggled. "I swallowed it."

Mortimer: "..."

Seeing her defiant "no way" expression, he laughed in exasperation and gave her a light rap on the head. "Don’t come crying to me when your tongue is covered in blisters."

He picked up a forkful of noodles, bent his head to blow on it a few times, and held it to her lips. "Here, eat."

Holly’s eyes crinkled into a smile. She leaned in and whispered flatteringly, "Hubby, you’re the best."

Then she ate from his fork.

Mortimer chuckled. "You’re pretty great too, wifey. How about you feed your hubby a forkful?"

Holly generously fed him a forkful.

Zeke Zane, who absolutely had to have a late-night snack every day: "..."

A roar from the depths of his soul: ’What did I do to deserve this?’

「Dorm Room」

On the balcony, Valerie Walsh, Jade Sullivan, and Lilian Upton were rinsing their mouths and washing their faces.

Jade Sullivan whispered to Valerie Walsh, "Val, don’t you think Holly and Mortimer have been getting really close?"

Valerie Walsh thought back to the scene of Mortimer holding Holly that morning. She paused her toothbrushing for a moment, but then remembered their "cousin" relationship. "It’s normal. I’m the same way with my brother."

Lilian Upton disagreed. "I think they’re way too intimate. My cousin and I never hug and cuddle like that. One time, I even saw Mortimer try to kiss Holly’s cheek."

Just as Holly returned, she happened to overhear Lilian’s comment. She paused, glanced at the three of them, then looked away and started to wash up.

Lilian and the others hadn’t expected Holly to overhear them talking behind her back. Usually, Holly didn’t come back until just before lights-out.

The three of them exchanged a look and fell silent.