Reborn with My Genius Husband

Chapter 169: Oh, Fraternal Twins

’You’re not mistaken. You’re absolutely right,’ Pantheon and the other two thought.

’You’ve already guessed it, buddy, so just be bold and keep guessing.’

Holly Winslow: "..."

Despite being called out, Mortimer Quincy was completely unfazed. He simply picked up some food and placed it in Holly Winslow’s bowl. "You don’t get it. It’s not your fault."

Paul Powell looked utterly baffled. "..."

’What don’t I get?’

He asked skeptically, "Don’t tell me where you’re from it’s okay to call your uncle ’Dad’?"

The moment he said the word "Dad," Holly Winslow choked on her own spit. "COUGH, COUGH."

Mortimer Quincy arched an eyebrow, not even bothering to look at Paul Powell anymore.

’So clueless.’

Zeke Zane and the others suddenly got the joke and roared with laughter. "Hahaha!"

Chase Hawkins, who was in on the secret, patted Paul Powell on the shoulder with faux solemnity. "You’re just a kid. Stay out of grown-up business."

Pantheon and Zeke Zane nodded in unison, showing their wholehearted agreement.

Paul Powell: "..."

He spat out a chicken bone and swore. "What the hell are you guys playing at? How come I’m the only one out of the loop?"

Boris Owens, done gnawing on a chicken foot, wiped his hands. "I don’t get it either, Rook. Let’s get ’em! See if that makes them talk."

Paul Powell’s eyes lit up. ’Great idea!’ He immediately pounced. The chicken foot Pantheon was still gnawing on fell to the floor. Pantheon instantly let out a howl of anguish. "Rook, you son of a bitch! My chicken foot!!"

In an instant, the group of boys was a mess of playful roughhousing.

Holly Winslow and Mortimer Quincy’s desk even got jostled a few times. Annoyed, Mortimer smacked Zeke Zane with a book. "Go wrestle somewhere else."

The whole group moved to the back of the room and continued their brawl.

There were still three chicken feet in her bowl. Holly Winslow pushed them over to Mortimer Quincy, her intention obvious. "I’m full."

Mortimer Quincy glanced at her stomach, which was indeed sticking out a little. He couldn’t help but smile, tipping his chin toward it. "I can see that."

Holly followed his gaze downward. "..."

She immediately sucked in a breath, flattening her stomach. Her eyes widened a little. "That was an accident just now."

’Damn, that’s hilarious.’

Mortimer Quincy chuckled, then tapped her lightly on the forehead. He lowered his voice, "Hey, wifey, don’t crush my daughter in there."

Holly: "..."

She shot him a glare, pointed to her stomach, which was sticking out again, and said with a perfectly straight face, "This is a boy."

Mortimer smiled, arching an eyebrow. "Oh, so they’re fraternal twins? Looks like your husband’s pretty capable."

"I’ll have to keep up the good work."

Holly: "..."

’That shameless Quincy.’

’If they ever had fraternal twins, she’d eat her hat.’

’Neither the Quincy family nor the Winslow family had any history of twins.’

She reached out and patted his shoulder. "Quincy the Puppy, you should have a little self-awareness."

"How can one be aware of the unknown? True knowledge comes from practice." Mortimer gave a roguish grin, putting heavy emphasis on the word "practice."

Holly: "..."

Mortimer Quincy went to wash their bowls. Just then, Valerie Walsh and her friends returned. The three girls huddled around Holly’s desk, but they all carefully avoided Mortimer’s seat.

Mortimer Quincy didn’t like other people sitting in his seat. Ahem. Holly, of course, was the exception.

Jade Sullivan relayed a funny story she’d just heard. "Holly, a couple of freshmen were just saying that you and Mortimer Quincy are dating. They even said you two were kissing on the athletic field after dinner. It’s hilarious, hahaha!"

’Kissing?’

!

Holly let out a sharp cough. ’Tempt fate long enough, and it’s bound to catch up with you.’

’It was all that rascal Mortimer’s fault. He was getting so bold now that graduation was close, not holding back at all.’

She rubbed her nose guiltily. "Yeah, that is pretty funny."

"I’m dying! The freshman girls have such wild imaginations these days. It’s a shame they’re not writing novels," Lilian Upton said, her shoulders shaking with laughter.

Valerie Walsh laughed too. "Jade actually asked them, ’Cousins kissing? Are you guys mental?’"

Hearing the part about them being mental, Holly fell silent. "..."

Her mouth opened and closed. A few seconds later, she decided against telling them that the freshmen probably weren’t mental at all.

When Mortimer Quincy came back from washing the bowls, he found he was being given the silent treatment.

He rummaged through his desk drawer, pulled out a milk carton, stuck a straw in it, and offered it to Holly’s lips.

Holly, who had intended to give him the cold shoulder until he realized the gravity of the situation, instinctively opened her mouth and took a sip. "..."

’Wait a minute,’ she thought after two sips. ’Weren’t we having a cold war?’

She froze for a good ten seconds, took another long sip, and then pushed the carton back toward him, puffing out her cheeks. "I don’t want it."

’She’s already had some, and now she says she doesn’t want it.’

He arched an eyebrow at his wife’s classic case of saying one thing and meaning another. He drawled, "You really don’t want it? It’s the last one."

The girl—Holly—huffed, signaling she wasn’t going to drink.

"I’ll drink it then."

Mortimer lowered his head to the straw. But before he could take a sip, Holly snatched the carton back and put the straw in her own mouth.

He couldn’t hold back a chuckle.

Chase Hawkins, who was sitting behind them and had witnessed the entire exchange, rolled his eyes to the ceiling.

’My eyes! I’m blind! So very blind!’

Suddenly, he felt a smack on the back of his head. "Ah!" he yelped. The next second, Gabe Chaucer’s voice boomed, "Is the ceiling that interesting? Take a look at the time!"

The entire class looked over, then immediately sat up straight.

Chase Hawkins: "..."

’Damn it...’

’I’m innocent!’

’I’m so tempted to just rat out the couple in front of me for dating in school.’

"What are you spacing out for? Get back to your book! Paul Powell used to have worse grades than you, and now he’s in the top ten of the class. If you don’t start trying, he’ll be feasting on steak while you’re stuck with gruel," Gabe Chaucer lectured, his face stern.

Paul Powell: "..."

’If you’re going to praise me, just praise me. Why bring up the past?’

’What do you mean, "Paul Powell used to have worse grades than you"??!!’

Chase Hawkins: "..."

’I happen to like gruel.’

Gabe Chaucer kept watch over the classroom until one-thirty. As soon as he left, Mortimer Quincy flopped onto his desk, tilting his head toward Holly, and took the initiative to admit his mistake. "Wifey, I was wrong."

Holly: "..."

’He doesn’t even know what he did wrong, yet he’s already apologizing.’

’A reflex he’d developed after they got married.’

She picked up a pen and scribbled a note. After reading it, Mortimer tore it up, tossed the pieces in the trash bag, and said lazily, "We’re not the crazy ones."

He ruffled her hair. "Go on and get some sleep. We have math class this afternoon."

Holly figured he was right and laid her head on the desk to sleep.

Seeing her eyes close, revealing her long, curled lashes, Mortimer arched an eyebrow. ’My wife is so easy to fool.’

By the time Holly felt that something wasn’t quite right, math class had already started. She glanced over at Mortimer, who was listening to the lecture with rapt attention.

’I’ll deal with him after class,’ she thought. But after focusing on the lesson, she completely forgot about the issue and didn’t remember it when the bell rang.

Student gossip travels fast. When Gabe Chaucer heard the rumor about Mortimer Quincy and Holly Winslow dating, he didn’t take it seriously in the slightest. He chuckled as he spoke to the other teachers in the staff room, "I don’t know what goes on in these kids’ heads anymore."

"To think they’d even say something like Mortimer and Holly are dating... I guess I just can’t keep up with how young people think anymore." He finished with a helpless sigh.

"They read too many of those web novels. I confiscated one from a student in my class the other day—the values in it were completely warped. It was called something like *Bringing My Brother Home*. If you ask me, their parents need to be stricter," the homeroom teacher for Class 5 added.

The Class 1 homeroom teacher joked without even looking up, "If Mortimer Quincy and Holly Winslow were actually dating, I think we teachers would be out of a job."

Gabe Chaucer roared with laughter. "Just about."

No one believed the truth.

It wasn’t just the teachers; the other students were all treating it as a joke, too.

When Holly and Mortimer came back from the restroom, Paul Powell burst out laughing and joked, "Look, the little lovebirds are back."