Reborn with My Genius Husband

Chapter 164: The Benefit of a Husband Is to Take the Blame

On the athletic field’s artificial turf, many students were sitting in small groups, soaking up the sun and enjoying themselves.

Holly Winslow found an empty spot and unceremoniously plopped down. She then looked over at Scholar Quincy, who was still standing, looking a little germaphobic.

She tugged on his hand and said with a mischievous grin, "It’s really comfortable. You should sit down and see for yourself."

How could Mortimer Quincy not see through his girl’s little scheme? She just wanted to mess with him. He sat down beside her.

Seeing his nonchalant expression, Holly Winslow felt a little disappointed. A few seconds later, she pulled a classical Chinese text from her pocket, intending to memorize a few lines while she had the chance. "Want to join me?"

Mortimer Quincy, on the verge of being replaced by a classical Chinese text: "..."

’A date on the field isn’t for studying classical Chinese.’

He reached out, snatched the text from her, and stuffed it into his own pocket, his voice thick with jealousy. "After the college entrance exams, I’m going to burn this ’homewrecker’."

Holly Winslow glanced at the "homewrecker" in his pocket. "..."

Then she couldn’t hold back a laugh. She lifted her chin defiantly. "No way. That’s a family heirloom. I have to pass it down to my children, from generation to generation."

Hearing this, Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow. He looked at her face, which seemed even fairer in the sunlight, and let out a low chuckle. "If you give me a child right now, I’ll let you keep your family heirloom."

"And then it can be passed down from generation to generation."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’If I gave birth to one now, it’d scare you to death.’

She thought it, and she said it. "I’m afraid it would scare you to death."

The girl made a playful, menacing face. ’So damn cute.’

Mortimer Quincy chuckled, pulling her into his arms. He lifted his black padded jacket to shield them from view, and in the next second, he lowered his head and kissed her hard. He released her just as quickly. "It won’t scare me to death. As long as you have them, I’ll raise them."

Under the jacket, Holly Winslow blushed to the tips of her ears. ’This is the athletic field!!’

She furtively punched him a couple of times. "What are you doing?"

She ducked her head, and all Mortimer Quincy could see was the crown of her head, a few strands of her dark hair clinging to his white sweater. He stated matter-of-factly, "Kissing my wife, of course."

He then leaned down and kissed her again. "Just like this. Mouth to mouth."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’Such a shameless flirt.’

Not far away, Zeke Zane, Pantheon, and Chase Hawkins wore expressions even more complicated than the ones they had in the classroom. The corners of their mouths twitched before they finally looked away.

Pantheon glanced at Cynthia Owens, who was doing leg stretches next to him. She was watching the lovey-dovey couple in the distance. He couldn’t help but lean in and whisper, "Cynthia, doesn’t your family step in at all?"

Cynthia Owens gave him a look, as if she didn’t quite understand his line of thinking. "You’re making a fuss over nothing." She went back to her stretches.

’The Quincy family is very open-minded. As long as you aren’t being reckless, everything else is up to you.’

’What’s so strange about dating in high school?’

’If you’re serious about it, even marriage is on the table.’

Pantheon, who was apparently making a fuss over nothing: "..."

’Am I really the one making a big deal out of this?’

He looked at Zeke Zane, but Zeke just walked away with a blank expression.

Chase Hawkins cleared his throat. He would never admit he was overreacting. He changed the subject, "Let’s go to the snack shop and get a bag of spicy strips."

Pantheon: "..."

’Damn it. What a bunch of phonies.’

’Phonies!’

...

At lunch, Holly Winslow and Cynthia Owens joined Valerie Walsh and the others for a meal. Jade Sullivan, sitting next to Holly, was busy scanning the area for cute guys. Suddenly, she said excitedly, "Quick, look! At the entrance! The class hunk from Class 3. Isn’t he handsome?"

Holly Winslow glanced over, mostly to humor her. ’He’s nothing compared to Mortimer,’ she thought, immediately losing interest and looking away.

Valerie Walsh, who was also all about looks, gave her serious assessment. "He’s okay, I guess."

"Well, compared to your guy, of course he’s just ’okay’."

Jade Sullivan let out a sly giggle and leaned closer to Holly Winslow. "Holly, you’re single. You be the judge. Isn’t he super handsome?"

Hearing this, Cynthia Owens glanced at the two of them before resuming her meal.

Holly Winslow, who was very much not single, simply went along with it, replying half-heartedly, "He’s average."

Mortimer Quincy, Pantheon, and their friends were eating at a table diagonally across from Holly’s group. He noticed the girls repeatedly looking toward the entrance, so he followed their gaze.

His face instantly darkened.

Jade Sullivan exclaimed, "Holly, look again! The one in the gray padded jacket."

Holly Winslow looked up. She didn’t see a boy in gray, but she did see one in a black padded jacket walking toward them. His handsome face was clouded with the grim expression of someone about to catch a cheater in the act. "..."

’Where the hell did Mortimer Quincy come from?’

Mortimer Quincy walked up behind Holly Winslow and followed her line of sight. He said darkly, "Want me to make an introduction? Just looking isn’t enough, is it?"

Valerie Walsh and the others could hear the jealousy in his tone.

Holly Winslow: "..."

She swallowed her mouthful of rice, her survival instincts kicking into high gear. "I have a boyfriend, and he’s very handsome."

She then added, "So I really don’t need an introduction."

Those words were a bombshell, making Jade Sullivan and the others stare at Holly Winslow with wide, disbelieving eyes.

’She has a boyfriend?’

Hearing "my boyfriend is very handsome," the look on Mortimer Quincy’s face softened slightly. "Eat up. I’ll wash your bowl when you’re done."

He said the gentlest words in the gruffest tone.

Holly Winslow just said, "Oh," and began shoveling rice into her mouth.

Cynthia Owens was now starting to feel a bit like Pantheon had earlier. She picked up her tray and moved to the next table.

...

Valerie Walsh and the girls wanted to ask Holly Winslow about her boyfriend, but they couldn’t find a suitable opportunity all day. Ahem. Wherever Holly went, Mortimer followed. They even seemed to coordinate their bathroom breaks.

’Those two cousins are just so close.’

「In the dorm room」

Jade Sullivan and two others were huddled on Valerie Walsh’s bed, talking while they waited for Holly Winslow to return. The moment Holly stepped into the room, they yanked her onto the bed and pulled the privacy curtain shut.

Can you picture the scene? Just four pairs of eyes visible in the dark.

Holly Winslow: "..."

"I haven’t filled my water bottle yet. I’m going to go get some water."

Lilian Upton wasn’t about to let her escape. She chuckled slyly. "Jade already filled it for you."

"Holly, who is your boyfriend? That’s so not cool, keeping it from us."

Valerie Walsh and Jade Sullivan nodded in agreement.

Holly Winslow rubbed the tip of her nose. ’Looks like I’m not getting out of this tonight.’ "Ahem... I’ve actually been with my boyfriend for many years."

Many years!!

Valerie Walsh and the others were stunned. Jade Sullivan grabbed her hand, her eyes wide with gossip-fueled curiosity. "Quick, tell us! Tell us!"

The four of them whispered on the bed until lights out, then switched to texting on their phones under the covers. They didn’t finally fall asleep until after midnight.

Holly Winslow never said who her boyfriend was. ’A bombshell like that is better dropped after graduation.’

...

The morning reading session had only been going for five minutes when the girl beside him let out three consecutive yawns. Mortimer Quincy glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and used his literature book to cover the lower half of his face. "Dreaming about me?"

Holly Winslow was baffled by his question. She propped her own book up and enunciated clearly, "You’re thinking too much."

"Oh? Because my dear wife’s dark circles look like the aftermath of a ’great battle’," Mortimer Quincy said, raising an eyebrow mischievously.

Holly Winslow: "..."

She glanced at Gabe Chaucer by the classroom door, then pulled a small, round mirror from her desk drawer. Lowering her head, she peeked at her reflection on the desktop. She had a pale complexion, which made the dark circles starkly obvious, and the bags under her eyes were heavy, too.

’Ahem. I really do look like I’ve been ravaged by a "great battle."’

She suddenly remembered a time in the future, after she became a teacher. She finished work late and had to get up early, and that man, Mortimer Quincy, was not exactly the "considerate" type in bed.

Her usual eight hours of sleep would dwindle to maybe six and a half.

She was severely sleep-deprived.

One time, a student even asked her, "Teacher, do you stay up really late preparing lessons?"

Her: "..."

’Yes, "preparing" a very long "lesson."’

Suddenly, a cough from beside her startled her back to the present. She looked up just as Gabe Chaucer, who had been at the classroom door, was nearly upon them.

She panicked for a second before discreetly sliding the mirror onto Mortimer Quincy’s desk.

’Ahem. What’s the point of having a husband if he can’t be your scapegoat?’

Mortimer Quincy never expected her to pull a move like that. "..."

’Damn it. His wife was too clever for her own good.’