Reborn with My Genius Husband

Chapter 200: Holly, I’ve Been Cheated On

Holly Winslow sent a series of ellipses, which prompted an "objection" from Anna Willow: "Holly, when did you get another boyfriend behind my and Ellie’s backs? You can’t stop talking about ’him’."

Your handsome beau would cry until he fainted on his bed if he found out.

That comment made Holly Winslow choke: ...

’What a horrifying thought. I can’t even picture it.’

Her: To my two devious little fairies, I’ve just made a post.

See you on my feed.

A minute later, Anna Willow replied: Bring it on. Let the games begin.

Just as Holly Winslow was about to check what she had posted, a call came in. A man’s low, haunting voice asked, "So who’s the other one you’re stepping out with?"

It was Mortimer Quincy.

Holly Winslow had a pretty good idea of what Anna Willow must have posted. She stuck out her tongue playfully. "Why don’t you guess?"

"Are you sure you want me to guess?" Mortimer Quincy’s haunting tone held a hint of danger.

Holly Winslow: "..."

She stopped teasing him. "An ellipsis."

Mortimer Quincy: ...

He raised an eyebrow. "An ellipsis is not allowed either. You can only be on board with Mortimer Quincy."

Holly Winslow stuck out her tongue and retorted, "More like a pirate ship."

"No, I’d say a filthy pirate ship."

"You’ll know once you’re ’on’ it." Mortimer Quincy emphasized the word "on," which clearly held a deeper meaning.

Holly Winslow: ...

’It’s definitely not me who has the dirty mind here.’

When she didn’t say anything, Mortimer Quincy let out a low chuckle, then began reporting his upcoming schedule to his dear wife. "Honey, Jarton High asked me to go back and give a speech. I bought a ticket for Saturday."

Holly Winslow already knew about this, so she wasn’t surprised. Just as she was about to say "Okay," she heard him add, "Which means I have time on Friday night..."

Holly Winslow: "..."

Understanding his implication perfectly, she hung up the phone.

That rascal Mortimer Quincy finished his sentence via text: Enough time for us to "sleep."

"..."

’If Scholar Quincy were a courtesan soliciting clients in ancient times, he’d probably be unrivaled.’

「The next day」

The debate competition entered its tense final round.

The research Holly Winslow and Pantheon had gathered online was basically useless at this point. They could only sit there and watch their teammates handle the rebuttals.

Mortimer Quincy and Cynthia Owens took turns with the arguments, ultimately winning by a narrow margin against the four star students from the finance department.

The debate competition came to a successful conclusion. The club president presented them with a one-thousand-yuan prize and honorary club certificates.

When it was time for a group photo, Pantheon deliberately moved to stand next to Cynthia Owens. Holly Winslow glanced over, then shuffled closer to Mortimer Quincy and flashed a peace sign.

Mortimer Quincy copied her, making a peace sign with one hand.

Pantheon rolled his eyes when he saw them. ’Their honeymoon phase is lasting forever.’

’I hope one day, public displays of affection become a crime.’

’For a couple like Mortimer Quincy and Holly Winslow, a life sentence wouldn’t even be going too far.’

Afterward, Mortimer Quincy handed five hundred yuan to Cynthia Owens. "This is for you two." Then, with a natural and practiced motion, he stuffed the remaining five hundred into Holly Winslow’s pocket.

Pantheon’s eye twitched. "..."

Cynthia Owens showed little reaction, handing three hundred to Pantheon. "I’m heading out."

Pantheon: "..."

"I don’t want it."

He hurriedly chased after her.

Watching the tall and short figures ahead, Holly Winslow looked at Mortimer Quincy curiously. "Quincy the Puppy, do you think Pantheon will be able to win over my second cousin?"

’Aside from his flighty way of speaking and being passably normal-looking, Pantheon was an okay guy in other aspects.’

’In her past life, Pantheon hadn’t attended B University. He went to Queensbridge University, earned a doctorate, and later worked at a state-owned enterprise.’

’In fact, all of Mortimer Quincy’s classmates ended up with pretty good jobs—no, they were actually excellent.’

’It wasn’t that none of her own classmates did well, but they were few and far between. Ahem, she herself was one of them, and was generally acknowledged as having done quite well.’

’So, getting an education really can change your fate.’

Mortimer Quincy had no interest in Pantheon’s love life. He couldn’t be bothered to think about such questions. "I don’t know."

Unhappy with his answer, Holly Winslow shot him a glare. "Such a lazy response. I’m going back to my dorm."

Mortimer Quincy: "..."

He grabbed her hand, coaxing, "Let’s eat first, then you can head back."

"I don’t want to eat with you. I’m getting sick of..." Before Holly Winslow could finish, she received a light flick on the forehead. She rubbed the spot.

Mortimer Quincy said in a low voice, "You dare get sick of me?"

Winnie Winslow put her hands on her hips and declared, "Quincy the Puppy, don’t you get too cocky! We may not be married yet, but you need to be clear about the pecking order in this household."

"I’m the one who’s the head of the household." She nodded very seriously as she spoke.

’Damn it, the ’head of the household’ is so damn cute.’

’So cute he wanted to do something criminal.’

Mortimer Quincy let out a low chuckle. "Okay, okay, you’re the head of the household. Why the pout?"

"Trying to use your looks to seize power? Hmm?" he said, leaning down to give her a quick kiss.

"There. You’ve seized power."

Holly Winslow: "..."

They were surrounded by people. Her face flushed red. She reached out, pinched his lips, and then ran off.

「That afternoon」

Holly Winslow didn’t have any classes, so she went with her boyfriend to his lecture.

It was a large lecture with over a hundred students, but only about half of them had shown up.

The professor scanned the classroom, already used to the sight. "Half the class is missing again. As usual, I’ll call on someone at random. Ben Grant."

"Here!" a male student in the class replied, raising his hand.

The other students who knew the truth couldn’t help but laugh.

"Ben Grant, I’ll remember you. I’ll be sure to call your name again next class."

The professor saw this and understood what was happening. He flipped through his attendance list, and then, as if recalling something, looked in Mortimer Quincy’s direction. "Is Mortimer Quincy’s family here today?"

A few days ago, several professors had been eating together and had mentioned this, saying that Mortimer Quincy’s "family" often attended his classes.

Suddenly being called out, Holly Winslow was stunned for a moment. "..."

She dutifully raised her hand. "Here."

The entire lecture hall instantly erupted in laughter. The professor smiled too, closing his attendance sheet. "From now on in my class, you have to turn in homework too. And no copying your family."

Holly Winslow: "..."

She nodded. "Okay."

The professor began the lecture. The still-laughing Mortimer Quincy was sitting beside her, so she kicked him irritably. The next second, the male student in front of them jolted and whipped his head around to look.

"..."

She silently pulled her foot back, leaving Mortimer Quincy to take the blame.

Mortimer Quincy took the fall, saying apologetically, "Sorry, my foot slipped."

The guy wasn’t angry, seeing as it was an accident. He just wondered why anyone would use so much force just to stretch their leg.

After the student turned back around, Mortimer Quincy propped his head up on his hand and said with a smile, in a voice only they could hear, "Honey, make sure you aim before you kick."

Holly Winslow glanced down under the desk, then stomped on his pristine white sneakers.

Her eyes went wide, and she gave a smug little waggle of her head.

Halfway through the lecture, Holly Winslow felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. She sneakily pulled it out and saw it was Iris Kensington.

She glanced at the professor at the front of the room, then lowered her head to answer. "Hey, Iris."

"Holly, WAHHH..." Iris Kensington was crying on the other end of the line.

Holly Winslow quickly tapped Mortimer Quincy, signaling for him to move. She then hunched over and slipped quietly out the back door.

Once she reached the stairwell, she finally asked, "Iris, what’s wrong? Did you and Chris Chaucer get into a fight?"

Through her tears, Iris Kensington "listed" Chris Chaucer’s crimes. "I didn’t have class today, so I wanted to go find him. I asked where he was, and he said he was in class."

"So I went shopping with my roommate instead, but then I saw him at the mall, shopping with another girl."

"Holly, he’s cheating on me."