Reborn with My Genius Husband

Chapter 207: Do You Think This Is Your First Marriage?

Holly Winslow: "..."

The salesperson nodded and enthusiastically pointed to the most popular model in the store. "This is our newest design, completely handmade. You two can take a look."

"The embroidery on it won’t scratch you, and it’s very comfortable to lie on. The color is also very vibrant."

That scoundrel Mortimer Quincy reached out to touch it, then seemed to nod in satisfaction.

Holly Winslow stared at the 9,999-yuan price tag. "..."

She waved her hands in refusal. "No, thank you. We’re just looking."

She grabbed Mortimer’s hand and quickly walked out. Once they were outside, she scolded him irritably, "Do you think this is your first marriage? Why would you need a bright red duvet cover?"

Her voice must have been too loud, because a passerby who heard the two words "first marriage" shot them a shocked look.

The person’s gaze finally landed on Mortimer, an expression that seemed to say he’d gotten divorced at such a young age.

The misunderstood Mortimer Quincy: "..."

He played along, pretending to be "displeased." "Are you looking down on me for being a divorcé?"

Holly Winslow: "..."

She ignored him and walked ahead. That scoundrel Mortimer followed, a smile on his face as he asked again, "Honey, are you really looking down on me for being a divorcé?"

"Yes, very much so." Holly Winslow gave him a mischievous smile and stuck out her tongue.

Mortimer let out a meaningful "Oh" and then said nothing more.

Holly glanced at him a few times. ’Could he actually be upset by what I said?’

’That’s impossible.’

’Knowing that scoundrel’s character, he’s definitely plotting something wicked.’

It was already 10:20 PM by the time they left the mall. The school dorms closed at eleven. Holly hailed a taxi and, after getting in, said, "Sir, to Branton..."

"Lyrion Community," Mortimer interrupted from beside her.

The driver only heard Mortimer’s voice. "Lyrion Community, right?"

"Mhm," Mortimer nodded.

Holly looked at him and whispered, "I have to go back to school. I have an early class tomorrow."

That scoundrel Mortimer pretended not to hear. He wrapped an arm around her waist, rested his head on her shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Honey, it’s too cold in the winter. I’ll warm the bed for you."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’Warm the bed?’

’He can go warm someone else’s bed!’

She gave his head a push. "Sir, back to Branton University."

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror. "Branton University? I’d have to turn around at the bridge. That’s a bit far, you know. The fare will be half again as much."

"Sir, just go to Lyrion Community. My girlfriend is just being a little moody with me," Mortimer said with a low chuckle.

The driver let out an understanding "Oh," then glanced in the rearview mirror again. "Just coax her a bit and she’ll be fine."

"Don’t be mad, young lady. If you’re unhappy, just give him a good smack. That’s what my wife does to me when she’s upset."

Holly couldn’t help but laugh. Trying to stifle her amusement, she complimented him, "Sir, you have such a good temper."

"Sigh, it’s not like I have a choice. A man can’t hit a woman." The driver, warming up to the topic, continued, "Back in our day, we couldn’t date openly like you young people do now. When I met up with my wife, we had to do it in secret..."

By the time he dropped them off at Lyrion Community, the driver still seemed to want to say more. As he took the payment, he shared a marital truth he’d learned over many years with Mortimer. "Young man, always give in to her. Whatever you do, don’t try to reason with your girlfriend. It’ll never work."

"I’m speaking from experience, I wouldn’t lie to you. Never, ever try to reason with her. If she says you’re wrong, then you’re wrong."

Holly Winslow: "..."

Those words were so vivid, so descriptive, and they fit his own wife perfectly. The corners of Mortimer’s lips curved up. "Alright."

...

The moment they entered the apartment, that scoundrel Mortimer pinned Holly against the door. Meeting his dark, dangerous eyes, she pinched his waist. "Can’t you think about anything else?"

"I can."

Mortimer raised an eyebrow, then lowered his head and licked her plump red lips. "But my body won’t listen to me. It wants to touch, it wants to kiss, it wants to..."

"...fuck."

When his magnetic voice dropped low like that, it was simply dripping with desire.

Holly felt herself starting to give in. She squatted down, trying to quickly escape his grasp.

Mortimer saw right through her. He stuck out his leg to block her, looking down at her from above with a smile. "Honey, feeling like trying something new today?"

Holly Winslow: "..."

She subconsciously glanced up at a certain part of him. "..."

Her face instantly flushed beet red, and she snapped in humiliation, "Pervert! Let me go!"

Mortimer bent down and scooped her up in his arms. "You’ve already seen it. How can I let you go now?"

"Hm?"

...

The next day, Holly Winslow successfully managed to be two minutes late for class. She snuck in through the back door of the classroom.

The professor glanced at her but didn’t say anything, continuing with the lecture.

Serena Shaw stealthily scooted over, gave her a mischievous grin, and whispered, "Holly, what were you up to last night? You’re actually late."

Holly was an adult, after all. She calmly said, "Ahem, I overslept."

"Is it because of *this*?" Serena didn’t believe her, pointing at her neck.

Holly Winslow: "..."

She pulled her scarf up a little higher, then pretended to listen attentively to the lecture.

But in her mind, she was cursing Quincy the Beast up and down.

’To hell with his "marks of love."’

She had been so tired last night, she’d only vaguely heard Mortimer say, "Honey, let me leave a mark of my love on you."

She seemed to have mumbled an "mhm" in her daze.

The moment class ended, Holly was swarmed by her dormmates. Autumn Underwood grinned wickedly. "Holly, ’fess up. Give us the details."

Holly Winslow: "..."

She hastily grabbed her book. "I have another class, I need to go save a seat." Then she fled in a panic.

Her next class was a small seminar, which was in another building.

Mortimer also had a seminar. Their two departments were close, so their classes were in the same building, but his was on the floor above Holly’s.

Seeing Holly hopping up the stairs like a rabbit, he raised an eyebrow. ’Looks like she isn’t that tired after all.’

He stopped and reached out to block her path. "What’s the rush?"

Holly slapped his hand away and bared her teeth. "I need to go save a seat." With that, she scurried off again.

Mortimer chuckled behind her, then deliberately took a detour to her classroom door to see which row she’d managed to grab.

The moment he appeared at the classroom door, all the guys in the class started catcalling and looking over at Holly.

Holly shot him a glare, signaling for him to leave immediately. Mortimer gave her a wink before ambling off to his own class.

The seminars were much more important than the large lectures, covering dense material. But unlike high school teachers, the professor didn’t explain things in great detail. Holly wasn’t naturally gifted at math to begin with, so there was a lot she didn’t understand.

It really felt like it was all going over her head.

After class, she met up with Autumn and the other two, who also had the advanced math seminar. All four of them looked like wilted flowers. Completely drained.

Autumn Underwood, who had gotten a perfect score on her college entrance exam for math, let out a heavy sigh. Then all four of them sighed. Serena Shaw made a suggestion: "Let’s pool our knowledge. I understood the third problem."

Holly nodded in agreement. "I understood the third problem, too."

Simone Quincy nodded. The next second, the three of them looked at Autumn. Autumn: "..."

She said, "So we’re all in the same boat."

Instantly, all four of them burst out laughing.

Just then, Autumn spotted Holly’s boyfriend. She nudged Holly. "He’s here to pick you up."

Holly’s eyes curved into a smile. After waving goodbye to her friends, she ran toward Mortimer.

Seeing the couple walk away arm in arm, Serena couldn’t help but say "jealously," "I always thought I was blessed by the heavens, but now I realize I was only blessed a tiny, tiny bit by accident."

Her words made Simone and Autumn laugh. Autumn chuckled, "Serena, you see things so clearly."