Reborn with My Genius Husband

Chapter 178: We’ll Send the Teacher a Wedding Invitation

Gabe Chaucer couldn’t quite process it. The sentence, "Teacher Chaucer, this is my girlfriend, Holly Winslow," echoed in his mind.

He wondered if he had misheard, but when he saw their clasped hands, he was stunned for a few seconds. "For real?"

Mortimer Quincy nodded. "Yeah."

Gabe Chaucer glanced at Holly Winslow. He was thoroughly shocked; no one could remain calm after suddenly hearing such news.

"..."

Scene after scene flashed through his mind, each one a slap in the face.

He had just experienced the biggest Waterloo of his teaching career.

’So the "cousins" right under my nose were actually a couple?’

’So the kiss on the athletic field was real?’

’So...’

’So all of it was true.’

’It was all just my own wishful "misunderstanding."’

After a long silence, he managed to force out a few words. "That’s... great. Be good to each other."

’What else could I say? They’re already a couple. It’s not like I can tell them they can’t date, can I?’

The college entrance exams were already over.

What was once "dating too young" was no longer "too young." They could be open about their relationship now.

Everyone else looked on in astonishment. ’Is this the same stern and unforgiving Teacher Chaucer?’

"..."

’Today’s class reunion is so fucking dramatic.’

Mortimer Quincy glanced at the somewhat "unsteady" Holly Winslow and said with a faint smile, "Thank you, Teacher Chaucer. We’ll send you an invitation when we get married."

Holly Winslow: "..."

In his decade-plus teaching career, Gabe Chaucer had seen it all, but he’d never had a student invite him to their wedding. "..."

He nodded with a "bizarre" expression, looking at their "matching sibling outfits."

’No, they’re matching couple outfits.’

’Does that mean I made the entire senior class graduate in matching couple outfits?’

He didn’t dare to imagine the looks on the other teachers’ faces if they found out the truth, let alone the principal’s expression.

He was so "muddled."

Amidst the silence, some guy finally broke the strange atmosphere by cursing, "Fuck, that’s explosive! You guys are something else, keeping a secret that tight."

"It’s not like we would’ve snitched to Old Shaw."

"Hahaha."

Gabe Chaucer: "..."

’You just had to open your mouth.’

Soon, another guy chimed in, "We can’t let Mortimer Quincy off the hook today! Quick, fill up his glass with beer."

Perhaps because they had graduated, they had all gotten bolder.

Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow, putting on an expression that said, ’I do what my girlfriend says.’ "Ask my girlfriend."

The sweetness was enough to give every single person in the room a toothache. Paul Powell couldn’t help but say, "Old Shaw, aren’t you going to do something about this?"

Gabe Chaucer pushed up his glasses. "They’ve graduated. They have the freedom to date."

Paul Powell: "..."

Holly Winslow knew this guy, Mortimer Quincy, was just showing off in front of their classmates. ’Since when does he need my permission to drink?’

She never managed his social life because he was very self-disciplined. He would never let himself get wasted.

However, she decided to play along to satisfy her boyfriend’s "vanity." Acting the part of a doting girlfriend, she said, "Just don’t drink too much."

A collective "Oooooh" rose from the crowd. Boris Owens, who had just been dealt a critical blow, yelled, "Hey, have some consideration for a single guy who just got dumped today!"

His outburst caught Gabe Chaucer’s attention. When Boris Owens met his gaze, he quickly raised his hands. "Old Shaw, we’ve already graduated, and I’ve already broken up with her! No need to call my parents, right?"

Gabe Chaucer chuckled, half-joking, "You’ve already broken up, why would I call your parents? But if you didn’t do well on your exams, I’ll call your dad and tell him your little romance ruined your grades."

Boris Owens cried out, "Ah! Old Shaw, you wouldn’t!"

Forty out of forty-four students showed up. Cynthia Owens had gone to her original class’s reunion, as had the other two transfer students.

Holly Winslow was only able to attend because the Class 8 reunion was scheduled for the evening.

They filled up four tables in total, with all the girls sitting together at one.

Holly Winslow sat next to Valerie Walsh and glanced at her, feeling a little apologetic. Putting aside their past issues, they had eventually become friends.

Just as she was wondering what to say, Valerie Walsh leaned over and said earnestly, "Holly, I’m sorry. I don’t have those kinds of feelings for him anymore."

The moment she found out Mortimer Quincy and Holly Winslow were a couple, she was definitely shocked, but that was quickly followed by a sense of apology.

Holly Winslow had known about her crush for a long time but had always treated her normally. If their roles were reversed, she would have become hostile long ago, let alone become friends.

Holly Winslow quickly waved her hand. "I know. Don’t be sorry. I’m the one who should be sorry for keeping it a secret from you all."

Everyone understood the need to keep a high school romance secret. Nobody wanted their parents called or to be forced to write a self-criticism essay.

Jade Sullivan, who was sitting nearby, leaned in with a smile to smooth things over. "Alright, enough with the apologies. Doesn’t the hot pot smell amazing? Hurry up and cook the duck intestines! I hear they’re especially good here."

Holly Winslow and Valerie Walsh both laughed. The friendships of their school days were relatively pure, and in no time, the girls were chattering away again.

Jade Sullivan and the others were very interested in Mortimer Quincy as a boyfriend—out of simple curiosity, of course. Jade asked, "Holly, how does your boyfriend usually treat you?"

Holly Winslow: "..."

’Like a pervert who’s thousands of years old.’

Ahem. Of course, she couldn’t say that out loud. "He treats me very well."

A chorus of teasing "Oooohs" erupted from the group of girls.

Then, Lilian Upton chimed in, "I’m just curious, when you two fight, does he give in to you?"

Mortimer Quincy’s cold and aloof personality was infamous.

The question made Holly Winslow suddenly recall the one and only "big fight" they’d had after getting married.

When two people live together, arguments over trivial matters are inevitable.

After all, life isn’t a novel; it’s not all sweetness and bliss.

The fight was over a steak dinner.

Mortimer Quincy usually did the cooking, but that day, she’d gotten off work early and, on a whim, bought some steaks to pan-fry.

A romantic candlelight dinner.

She spent nearly two hours preparing it.

It turned out the steak was expired. She couldn’t taste anything wrong, but that guy Mortimer Quincy could, and he told her not to eat it because it had gone bad.

At that moment, she was just: ...

After working on it for so long, she felt a bit disheartened. Getting a little melodramatic, she snapped, "Fine, don’t eat it. I’ll eat it myself."

With his personality, of course Mortimer Quincy wouldn’t let her eat it. He picked up the plate and dumped it straight into the trash.

That’s when they started to "argue"—or rather, she started a one-sided "argument." That guy Mortimer Quincy reacted quickly, immediately hugging her and apologizing.

Later, the supermarket got sued, and they compensated her with 5,000 yuan.

Meeting their curious gazes, she blinked. "He doesn’t fight with me. He always gives in."

Jade Sullivan and the others covered their mouths to stifle their giggles. Jade praised her sincerely, "Holly, you’re amazing. You actually managed to capture our school’s untouchable genius."

Holly Winslow lifted her chin, joking with a beaming smile, "It’s called the power of studying."

The other girls all laughed. Valerie Walsh said, "I think it’s the power of love."

Instantly, the entire table of girls burst out laughing, drawing the attention of the three tables of guys nearby.

The graduation meal lasted until three in the afternoon. Most of the boys in the class were a little drunk, clinging to Gabe Chaucer and WAILING as they recounted their grievances from the past three years. "Old Shaw, do you have any idea how numb my hand got from copying ’Ode to the Red Cliffs’ twenty times for you?"

"And you made me clean the bathrooms! It smelled so bad I threw up!"

"Me too! I was punished by having to stand on the balcony, and the girl I had a crush on saw me! My secret love was over just like that."

"I had it even worse! I had just started dating someone, and Old Shaw called my mom, forcing us to break up."

"If I’d known, I would’ve just done what Mortimer Quincy did and said we were cousins."