Reborn with My Genius Husband

Chapter 189: Wife, Move In With Me

Holly Winslow was browsing for plane tickets online when a sudden call came from Mortimer Quincy. The very first thing he said was, "Honey, let’s get a room tonight."

Holly Winslow: "..."

She could understand Mortimer Quincy’s urgency. After all, for someone who’d been eating his fill for years, abstaining for one or two was pure torture.

She rubbed the tip of her nose. "Aren’t we supposed to go home?"

"We’ll go back tomorrow."

From the other end of the line, Mortimer Quincy’s deep, alluring voice called out again, "Honey."

To Holly Winslow, it sounded a bit like he was sweet-talking her. *Cough.* ’She had zero resistance whenever Mortimer tried that.’ She hesitated for a moment before saying, "I’ll call Dad and make an excuse."

After hanging up, she called Wyatt Winslow. He answered on the first ring. "Holly," came his voice, "did you land? I’m coming to pick you up."

Holly Winslow had told him that morning she would call after she landed.

Holly Winslow rubbed the tip of her nose guiltily and lied, "Dad, I couldn’t get a ticket. I’ll come back tomorrow, so you don’t have to wait for me."

Wyatt Winslow was silent on the other end for a few seconds before humming in acknowledgment. "Take care of yourself."

A dozen or so minutes later, downstairs from the women’s dormitory building.

Holly Winslow saw Mortimer Quincy waiting for her at the entrance. Perhaps as an aftereffect of his military training, he stood ramrod straight, his long legs accentuated by his jeans.

She felt an inexplicable sense of apprehension. *Cough.* ’The older I get, the more cowardly I become. I used to be the one who could pin Mortimer down.’

Seeing her hesitating at the entrance like a turtle retreating into its shell, Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow. He walked over, took her by the wrist, and asked, "Scared?"

Before Holly Winslow could answer, Mortimer Quincy answered his own question. "It’s no use being scared."

Holly Winslow: "..."

She lifted her chin, affecting the air of the head of the household. "I’m not scared. You’re the one who should be."

Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow. "You saw right through me, honey."

’Words were useless. They’d find out who was right soon enough.’

They hailed a cab, and after a ride of a dozen minutes or so, Holly Winslow found herself staring at a residential complex. It didn’t look like a luxury hotel. "Where are you taking me?"

Mortimer Quincy was being mysterious. He led her forward by the hand. "You’ll know when we get there."

They went up to the seventh floor. He took out a key, unlocked the door, and gestured for Holly Winslow to go in first.

Holly Winslow stared at the decor, which was identical to their home from her past life. She froze for a second, then turned to him in astonishment. "You bought this?"

Mortimer Quincy smiled and nodded. "Mhm. I used my scholarship money for the down payment. The renovations were done right after the semester started, but the formaldehyde smell was too strong, so I let it air out for a month."

No matter how luxurious a hotel was, it couldn’t compare to having a home. Besides, Mortimer Quincy was already planning for them to move out and live here together in their sophomore year.

’He was done with living apart.’

Then he placed the key in her hand and said earnestly, "For now, this is our home. I’ll give you an even better one in the future."

"Honey, move in with me our sophomore year."

The university allowed sophomores to live off-campus.

Holly Winslow clutched the key, muttering under her breath, "So dramatic."

Not getting an answer, Mortimer Quincy wrapped his arms around her waist and tempted her, "Move in, and I’ll cook, do your laundry, and help you with your homework. All you’ll have to do is focus on your studies."

"How about it?"

’If this were her past life, Holly Winslow might have acted a bit more reserved at this point. *Cough.* Then again, she hadn’t been very reserved back then either.’

’They had been married and had lived together for several years. There was nothing wrong with them living together again.’ She nodded, then said with a playful huff, "The finances are my responsibility."

"Okay."

Mortimer Quincy lowered his head to kiss her, and Holly Winslow instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

A minute or two later, he swept her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom.

After setting her down, he kissed her again and again. "Honey, hold on, I’m going to turn on the AC."

Holly Winslow’s cheeks were flushed. She suddenly remembered something. "Did you... buy any, you know?"

Mortimer Quincy turned on the AC and answered with his actions. He pulled open the nightstand drawer to reveal a fully stocked collection.

Holly Winslow: "..."

Mortimer Quincy pulled off his shirt and started to unbuckle his pants.

Just as they were about to take the next step, a phone rang in the living room.

It was Holly Winslow’s.

Not many people would call Holly Winslow, so her father was the most likely suspect. She quickly pushed Mortimer Quincy away. "It must be Dad."

Mortimer Quincy, who had already stripped down: "..."

He got up, radiating resentment.

Holly Winslow straightened her disheveled clothes and ran out to answer the phone. It was, indeed, Wyatt Winslow. She cleared her throat to make sure her voice sounded normal. "Dad."

"Your Uncle Young happens to be in the area," Wyatt Winslow said from the other end. "I’ve already given him a call. He’ll be there soon to pick you up and bring you home."

Uncle Young was the person from the factory who handled out-of-town business negotiations, and he was someone Wyatt Winslow held in high regard.

Holly Winslow couldn’t possibly refuse, or she’d give herself away. She just went along with it. "Okay."

After hanging up, she looked toward the bedroom doorway, where a boy stood in his black boxer briefs. "Ahem, want to go home together?"

"My pants are off, and you’re asking if I want to go home?" Mortimer Quincy stared at her darkly, the picture of sexual frustration.

Holly Winslow: "..."

She rubbed her nose. "Well, I’m heading back then. You can... take your time sleeping here."

Mortimer Quincy: "..."

In the end, he put his clothes back on and left their new home with Holly Winslow.

The two took a taxi back to the university. A few minutes later, Uncle Young’s car pulled up to the main gate.

After they got in the car and exchanged greetings, Uncle Young glanced at Mortimer Quincy and said to Holly Winslow with a smile, "Holly, bringing your boyfriend home, are we?"

Holly Winslow nodded without a hint of embarrassment. "Uncle Young, how long have you been here?"

Ken Young had actually just arrived for a business meeting, but Wyatt Winslow had called and asked him to pick up Holly Winslow.

He didn’t say that, however. "A few days now. How’s college? Are you settling in okay?"

"I’m settling in fine."

Holly Winslow started asking for news about her father. "Uncle Young, has my dad been eating his meals on time?"

Uncle Young shot her a knowing smile. "Trying to get intel on your dad from me, are you? I wouldn’t dare. Your dad would dock my pay if I said anything."

"He won’t! I promise, Uncle Young," Holly Winslow said, raising her hand as if taking an oath.

Seeing she was serious, Uncle Young stopped teasing her. "He’s been eating. Mostly in the cafeteria lately. But your dad has developed a fondness for candy recently."

"Uncle Young, do you know why?"

"You bought it for him?"

Holly Winslow said, "Uncle Young, you’re so sharp."

Ken Young chuckled. It wasn’t that he was sharp; it was that Wyatt Winslow cared so much for his daughter, Holly. Whenever he was on a business trip, he would always go out and buy local specialties to bring home for her.

At first, he’d found it strange. How could a boss like Wyatt Winslow, a man who lived and breathed work, be seen wandering through little alleyways in casual clothes?

He would browse for over an hour at a time.

He had once said, "President Winslow, you can just let me buy these things for you in the future."

Wyatt Winslow had replied, "I know what my daughter likes to eat."

It was then that he realized Wyatt Winslow wasn’t as cold and impersonal as he appeared on the surface.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but add, "Holly, spend some extra time with your dad when you get home. That way, I can sneak away for a bit and go home to your Aunt Young."

They chatted for a little while longer before Holly Winslow leaned against Mortimer Quincy and fell asleep. To make her more comfortable, Mortimer gently cupped her face with his hand.

It was already eleven o’clock at night when they arrived home. The moment Holly Winslow saw Wyatt Winslow, she threw her arms around him and said happily, "Dad, I’m home!"

"It’s good to have you back." Wyatt Winslow stood still, letting her hug him, and suddenly felt the house come alive again.

No longer so cold and empty.