novelraw Chapter 206: Mortimer Quincy Was Handcrafted by The Creator; They Were Flung Out
Chapter 206: Mortimer Quincy Was Handcrafted by The Creator; They Were Flung Out
Zeke Zane was the only one in on the secret. He shot Xavier Jennings a look that said, ’You’re not entirely innocent.’
Seeing there was some gossip he wasn’t privy to, Pantheon slung an arm around Zeke Zane’s neck. "Spill. What’s the story?"
"Even if I told you, a single guy like you wouldn’t get it." Zeke Zane swatted his hand away.
Pantheon: "..."
’Go to hell!’
He shot back, "Oh, so *you* get it? You have the nerve to call me out? Wasn’t it just a few days ago that *someone* had a fight with his girlfriend and came running to me for advice?"
Zeke Zane: "..."
All the guys from Mortimer Quincy’s dorm room laughed. Spencer Shaw, who had been quiet until now, finally spoke up, looking at Mortimer. "So, how good is your girl?"
Before Mortimer could answer, Pantheon eagerly jumped in. "She’s on another level. Back in high school, she aced every single English test."
He glanced at Mortimer and added, "We all secretly called her the ’English Belle.’ So many guys had a crush on her back then."
As he spoke, he jerked his chin toward Mortimer. "But this master of demerits here shut them all down before they could even start. He’d dock points for the slightest offense."
"One guy wrote her a love letter and got fifty-five points docked from his conduct grade. At our school, you only get fifty conduct points for the whole semester. It was only the first week, and he’d lost them all."
"He had to make a public apology in front of the entire school."
Having heard his fair share of stories about Mortimer Quincy and Holly Winslow’s high school romance, Xavier Jennings could only think of one word to describe it: "Epic."
’Badass.’
’If I’d known, I would’ve gotten a girlfriend back in high school too. Then I wouldn’t be in this mess, unable to find one in college.’
’All my teachers said it would be easy to find a girlfriend in college. The truth is, it’s not easy at all!!’
’I show up right as class starts and leave the second it’s over. How the hell am I supposed to meet anyone?!’
’Come to think of it, I’ve probably spoken less than ten sentences to any of the girls in my classes.’
"Mortimer, where’d you even find your girlfriend?"
"Buddy, face reality. Even if we told you, you wouldn’t be able to find one," Pantheon said, patting his shoulder with solemn gravity.
’If it were that easy, he wouldn’t be the one asking.’
Xavier Jennings: "..."
Howard Gardner glanced at him, then over at Mortimer Quincy. The contrast between the two was... vast.
’Mortimer Quincy was hand-sculpted by the Creator, while the rest of us were just the mud she flung off her rope.’
He nodded in agreement. "Know your place. Don’t assume that just because a girl asks for your contact info, she’s into you. She’s probably just trying to get to the star scholar in our dorm." He finished with a blunt laugh.
His pride wounded, Xavier Jennings flew into a rage and kicked at him. "You’re one to talk! What about that time a girl from our class added you? You thought she wanted to date you, you even took her to a movie, and what happened...?"
Howard Gardner threw him into a headlock. "Shut up."
The English debate had started. Finding his friends too noisy, Mortimer Quincy took a couple of steps to the side, pulled out his phone, and pointed it at Holly Winslow. He zoomed in, his entire focus on her.
Not many people could withstand the scrutiny of a zoomed-in camera. While Holly Winslow was still beautiful, it made her face look twice as round.
Pantheon and Zeke Zane exchanged a look, then both looked up at the ceiling in exasperation. "..."
’This is fucking ridiculous.’
’Shameless PDA like that should get you struck by lightning.’
Some guy from who-knows-what department—who was clearly living under a rock—pointed at Holly Winslow and said, "Wow, that girl’s gorgeous. What’s her major? I’m gonna go get her number later."
The kicker was, he was standing right next to her actual boyfriend, Mortimer Quincy.
Pantheon and Zeke Zane both turned to stare at the guy. ’Dude, are you living under a rock?’
Mortimer tilted his head slightly to look at the guy, scanning him from head to toe. ’Hm, totally not a threat.’ He then said aloud, "She’s in the math department."
The guy shot him a grateful look. "Thanks, man."
Then he added in surprise, "The math department? Since when does the math department have a belle?"
In previous years, the girls in the math department were so plain that the guys didn’t even bother voting for one.
Pantheon and the others: "..."
Mortimer replied nonchalantly, "Don’t mention it."
"She’s my girlfriend."
The guy froze. "..."
He sized up Mortimer from head to toe, then scurried over to the other side of the room to watch, completely dejected.
Pantheon and his friends couldn’t hold back their laughter, which earned them a sharp glance from the professor on stage.
The group immediately fell silent.
Watching the girl in the white down jacket on stage, who was clearly much calmer and more poised than the other contestants, Spencer Shaw remarked in awe, "Your girl has such a commanding presence. Has she had professional training or something?"
Pantheon cracked up at his last sentence and quipped, "Oh, she’s had plenty of practice with her mouth!"
Though the words could have been innocent, everyone’s mind immediately went into the gutter—including, a second later, Pantheon’s. They all simultaneously turned to look at Mortimer Quincy.
Facing their lewd stares, Mortimer remained unruffled. "It’s not spring yet."
He paused, then added as if in sudden realization, "Oh, right. You guys are single."
"That explains it."
Pantheon and the others: "..."
’Fuck!’
Zeke Zane felt relieved to be excluded, but then he met Mortimer Quincy’s nonchalant gaze, which seemed to mock him for being in a relationship yet living the life of a single man. "..."
Relying on the skills from her past life, Holly Winslow easily advanced to the next round. The moment she stepped off the stage, she couldn’t stop a shiver from running through her. She instinctively burrowed into Mortimer Quincy’s overcoat, instantly feeling the warmth envelop her.
Mortimer wrapped his arms around her tightly, his voice a low rumble as he looked down at the top of her head. "You didn’t wear a sweater again, did you?"
Holly Winslow peeked out from his coat and nodded guiltily. "I did."
"Let me see." Mortimer raised an eyebrow and reached for her sleeve cuff. Holly grabbed his hand, quickly changing the subject. "Quincy the Puppy, I’m hungry."
"Why didn’t you wear it?" Mortimer’s tone turned slightly stern. On certain matters, he wouldn’t let Holly have her way.
Holly rubbed her nose and explained, "The sweater is ugly."
It was true.
Mortimer Quincy: "..."
He sighed, a mix of helplessness and affection in his voice. "Alright, let’s go buy you a pretty one."
"But if you buy one and don’t wear it, I’ll have to resort to ’domestic violence’."
He would never understand the female logic that clothes bought last year were automatically ugly this year, not even after years of being married to her.
Holly Winslow: "..."
’’Domestic violence’ my ass! Watch it, or I’ll make you kneel on a keyboard!’
Still, the prospect of buying clothes was more than welcome—a girl can never have too many. She beamed. "Really?"
Mortimer bent down, leaning close to her. "A kiss will make it more real than gold."
Holly Winslow: "..."
Pantheon, Zeke Zane, and the others had already made themselves scarce. It was cold enough without having to be subjected to a fresh serving of PDA.
’This is fucking brutal.’
’This winter is freezing... in more ways than one.’
That evening, neither Mortimer Quincy nor Holly Winslow had class, so they went to the mall to buy clothes.
Women have a strange kind of addiction to shopping, especially when they have money to burn.
After an hour or two of shopping, Mortimer’s hands were already full of bags. Aside from two sweaters for Holly, everything else was stuff they were buying for their home.
As they passed a bedding store, Mortimer stopped and gestured for Holly to go inside. She glanced in. "What are we buying?"
"Bed sheets," Mortimer said with a suggestive arch of his brow.
Holly Winslow: "..."
When she saw the price of a four-piece bedding set, she couldn’t help but click her tongue. Three to four thousand yuan for a single set—that was almost her entire monthly salary as a homeroom teacher.
"What can I help you two with today? Are you looking for a gift, or something for your own home?" the salesperson asked warmly.
Holly waved her hand dismissively, about to say something, but Scholar Quincy beside her cut in. "It’s for our wedding."