Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 97: Mortimer Quincy, You Big Bad Wolf

Chapter 97: Chapter 97: Mortimer Quincy, You Big Bad Wolf

Every day???

Holly Winslow instantly understood the implication of "every day." All those years of reading novels hadn’t been for nothing.

’But Scholar Quincy isn’t the type to read novels. How could he possibly know!!!!’

Seeing her eyes widen, her long lashes trembling, Mortimer Quincy knew what she was thinking. He casually picked up the school ID he hadn’t yet swapped back and gave Holly Winslow a wink.

So cool and yet so seductive.

In other words, he was being a total flirt!

Holly Winslow remembered now. She had only ever mentioned "every day" to Anna Willow and Iris Kensington. She poked him in the chest, grinding her teeth. "You read my chat history?"

Back when she was younger, she had been much more brazen with her words.

For example: "I’m gonna do it with Scholar Quincy every day!"

Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow but didn’t deny it. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders to keep other students from bumping into her.

Once they reached a less crowded area, he suddenly spoke. "If my dear wife has any requests, you can tell your dear husband directly. I’ll satisfy your every need."

"With your husband’s strong and powerful body, forget every day—every minute is fine."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’Mortimer Quincy, you big bad wolf! You read my chat history and are only bringing it up now.’

’No wonder there was a period when he kept adding the words "every day" to everything.’

For example:

Your husband will cook dinner every day after work and wait for his wife to come home every day.

Honey, did you eat lunch every day?

Honey, I want to be with you every day.

She felt she had to strike back at Mortimer Quincy. "I think you’re more like *every year*." With that, she pushed his hand away and ran off.

Mortimer Quincy wasn’t the least bit annoyed by her blatant lie. After all, the one sleeping with her knew the real score.

Actions speak louder than words. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

...

During the noon naptime, Gabe Chaucer called Mortimer Quincy to his office regarding the school ID incident. His tone was reasonably tactful. "Mortimer, don’t do this again. It’s normal to lose a school ID. I won’t scold Holly Winslow, so you don’t need to worry."

He chuckled as he continued, "Just now, Director Nolan even told me not to scold you. He said this batch of school IDs wasn’t made well, so it’s normal for them to fall off."

Mortimer Quincy nodded obediently. "Okay."

"Don’t take this to heart, either. It’s not a big deal. Director Nolan said there won’t be any points deducted. Just be more careful next time."

"And tell Holly Winslow not to worry."

After reassuring him for a moment, Gabe Chaucer took a bottle of mosquito repellent from his drawer and handed it to him, smiling again. "You two sit by the window where there are a lot of mosquitoes. Rub some of this on your arms."

"Thank you, Teacher Chaucer."

Thinking of Holly Winslow, Mortimer Quincy reached out and took it.

「In the classroom」

Holly Winslow was racking her brain over a math problem when she heard the stool next to her shift. Chewing on the end of her pen, she looked over.

The next second, she felt a light tap on her forehead. The boy’s voice was deliberately low. "Don’t chew on your pen. Which part are you stuck on?"

After placing the mosquito repellent on the desk, Mortimer Quincy shifted his stool slightly. Once she pointed to the problem, he took the pen and began to explain it patiently.

About ten minutes later, Holly Winslow put down her pen and glanced at the mosquito repellent. "Weren’t you in the office?"

"Teacher Chaucer gave it to me." Mortimer Quincy opened the repellent, poured a little into his palm, and then began to rub it onto Holly Winslow’s arm.

He didn’t forget to be a little cheeky while he was at it.

Holly Winslow: "..."

She gave him a warning kick under the desk. "Why did Teacher Chaucer call you over?"

Mortimer Quincy pulled his hand back and said languidly, "No kiss, no tell."

Holly Winslow: "..."

She ignored him and picked up her pen to continue working on her test paper.

’There are so many worksheets lately, I can barely finish them all.’

Thinking about this, she really wished she could swap brains with Mortimer Quincy. While others couldn’t finish their work, he did it for "fun."

In the row behind them, Zeke Zane and Pantheon were both working on an English test paper, buckling down in preparation for the midterm exams.

Zeke Zane’s goal: Don’t dream of first place, just hold onto his spot as the eternal second.

Pantheon’s goal: Reclaim third place and squeeze into second.

Mortimer Quincy was, of course, aware of their unusual behavior, but he just gave them a lazy glance before looking away.

He was already quite satisfied with Holly Winslow’s current scores, so he didn’t want to put any more pressure on her.

...

In the afternoon, Valerie Walsh passed out lollipops to the entire class, saying it was her birthday.

After what that rascal Mortimer Quincy had said last time, Valerie Walsh had stopped giving him things every few days.

This time, she had the lollipops passed down from the front row.

That rascal Mortimer Quincy didn’t take one, and neither did Holly Winslow.

Maybe it was because of what Mortimer Quincy had said, or maybe it was because of what happened before, but Valerie Walsh and her friends had started to isolate her a bit.

For the past two weeks, she had been the one taking out the trash during the Wednesday dorm clean-up.

She didn’t mind, and she certainly hadn’t told Mortimer Quincy about it.

Holly Winslow suddenly remembered something. She took out her phone to check the calendar. There were five days until April 18th, which happened to be a Saturday.

Mortimer Quincy would be turning eighteen.

She closed the calendar and opened her text messages. She still had over ten thousand yuan. That should be enough to buy a nice watch.

That rascal Mortimer Quincy wasn’t passionate about much else, but he loved buying watches.

Seeing her looking at her phone so secretively, Mortimer Quincy craned his neck to peek. He saw a string of numbers on the screen and raised an eyebrow. "Wow, my dear wife has been hiding so much secret cash."

His sudden voice made Holly Winslow jump. Her first instinct was to shove her phone into the drawer and immediately flip open a book to read.

Damn, that was amusing. Mortimer Quincy couldn’t help but laugh.

Just then, Holly Winslow realized it wasn’t Gabe Chaucer and breathed a sigh of relief. She smacked Mortimer Quincy’s arm irritably. "You scared me to death."

Then she pouted and said, "I’m not hiding secret cash. This is my legitimate savings. Unlike you, hiding your secret stash in a wine box and then refusing to admit it even after I found it."

At the mention of the secret cash, Mortimer Quincy: "..."

It had all started when he heard Zeke Zane wailing at the law firm about how Anna Willow had found his secret stash while cleaning.

Genuinely curious, he had inexperiencedly hidden a large sum—ten thousand yuan—of secret cash in a wine box, then intentionally led Holly Winslow to discover it.

The result was a "crematorium" scene.

Holly Winslow made him sleep in a separate room for three days, refused to eat the food he cooked, and would order luxurious takeout sets when she came home from work in the evening.

When Zeke Zane found out, he had mercilessly mocked him: "Who the hell hides ten thousand yuan as secret cash? A huge amount like that? If it’s found, it’s an on-the-spot ’death sentence’!"

Seeing him speechless, Holly Winslow snorted, "Hmph."

Mortimer Quincy turned to look at Zeke Zane. Meeting Mortimer’s "you’re the culprit" gaze, Zeke was baffled. "What?"

Mortimer Quincy didn’t answer, turning back around. He felt the need to explain himself to Holly Winslow, but as soon as he opened his mouth, she knew what he was going to say. "I’m not listening, I’m not listening, I! Am! Not! Listening!"

’As if I’d believe it was Zeke Zane’s fault. He definitely hid that money himself and is just trying to make excuses.’

Mortimer Quincy: "..."

The silence of a married man.

After school on Friday, Holly Winslow used the excuse of hanging out with Anna Willow and Iris Kensington to turn down Mortimer Quincy’s offer to take her home.

Holly Winslow got into a Lingyang car, waved at Mortimer Quincy, and gestured for him to go home by himself.

Mortimer Quincy watched with a mournful expression as the Lingyang car drove away. Pantheon gloated with a "tsk tsk" and teased in a low voice, "Got dumped by your girlfriend, huh?"

Mortimer Quincy’s expression returned to normal. He unlocked his bicycle, sat on the seat, and tossed out two words: "Single dog."

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