Reborn with My Genius Husband

Chapter 211: Holly, You’re Living Together?

Holly Winslow was sitting on the edge of the fifth row. She had a clear view of his physique and took a few extra glances at his rear. ’Who knew this guy’s butt was actually so perky?’

Mortimer Quincy habitually glanced in her direction, only to find her staring at him with a lecherous look. "..."

’Dammit, that actually made me laugh.’

He quickly suppressed his smile and expertly opened the PowerPoint. "Hello, everyone," he began. "I’m Mortimer Quincy, and I’ll be presenting on question three. The slides contain some data I found online, which I’ve turned into charts for your reference."

He began his analysis. "Under conditions of perfect competition, the demand curve faced by an individual firm is a horizontal line determined by the established market equilibrium price. This indicates that a perfectly competitive firm is merely a price taker."

"An individual consumer’s demand curve represents the quantity of a good demanded at each price. It is a curve showing the relationship between price and quantity demanded, referring to the table or curve of the quantity of goods a buyer is willing to purchase at each price level, assuming other conditions remain constant."

"The market demand curve represents the relationship between a product’s price and its quantity demanded across the entire market..."

The professor listened intently from the side, occasionally nodding with a smile, showing his approval of the excellent presentation.

After Mortimer finished, the professor was the first to applaud. He returned to the lectern and spoke into the microphone. "Mortimer Quincy clearly put in the effort to complete the assignment I gave, unlike the previous few who were just phoning it in."

He pushed up his glasses and added, "Don’t think you’re fooling me. You’re only fooling yourselves."

"Mortimer, save a copy of your PowerPoint to the computer. Anyone who wants to use it for reference can come get a copy."

Mortimer nodded. After saving a copy on the computer, he strode back to his seat.

As soon as he sat down, Holly quickly handed him his padded jacket, then twisted open a thermos of hot water and passed it to him.

Mortimer smiled, took the thermos, and had a few sips. Seeing that the class’s attention was fixed on the two of them, the professor said, "If you’re all so envious, you can bring your significant others to the next lecture. It’ll boost my popularity."

A student from the audience called out, "But Professor, we don’t have significant others! How about the university assigns us one?"

The professor pushed up his glasses. "Master your finance studies, and a girlfriend will follow."

"Alright, everyone, focus on the lecture."

Mortimer waited until his hands were warm before taking Holly’s hand and tucking it into his pocket. "Were you swooning over how handsome your husband was just now?"

Holly: "..."

She shot him a look and muttered under her breath, "You wish. I was just checking out your perky butt."

Mortimer: "..."

’What the hell is this about a man having a perky ass?!’

"Well, my wife’s chest is pretty big, too."

His gaze landed on her chest, and he added, "Compared to mine, that is."

The rascal was "mocking" her for having a small chest.

Holly bared her teeth at him, then drew an imaginary line between them and focused on the lecture.

That evening, after they finished their tutoring session at the Roland Family’s house, they were waiting at the bus stop when the 462 bus arrived.

Mortimer pulled Holly onto the bus. Holly glanced at the route number and tugged on his hand. "This isn’t our bus."

Mortimer raised an eyebrow. "Just come with me."

He paid the fare for both of them and took a seat in the second row, letting Holly have the window seat.

It slowly dawned on Holly where they were going.

Home.

Her eyes widened, and she immediately protested, "No, we can’t! The counselor didn’t do a room check yesterday, so he’ll definitely come tonight."

Mortimer hadn’t known about this. Hearing her, he was speechless. "..."

"Excuse me, can you stop the bus?"

The bus stopped, and the two of them got off.

Just then, the bus to campus drove right past them. The two of them: "..."

Holly was so mad she clawed at him. "Quincy the Puppy, if I get points deducted for this, you’re dead meat."

It wasn’t easy to get a taxi at this hour either.

Knowing he was in the wrong, a certain someone scanned the area, his eyes finally landing on the public bikes. "Ahem, we should still be able to make it."

On the bike, Holly shivered in the cold wind. "Quincy the Puppy, this is all your fault." Without any ceremony, she shoved her hands inside Mortimer’s jacket.

"I was wrong."

Mortimer never hesitated to admit his mistakes. If a simple "I was wrong" could solve the problem now, he wouldn’t wait until it required endless coaxing later.

Sure enough, Holly had nothing more to say. She just let out a "Hmph."

Just then, Serena Shaw called. "Holly, where are you? Get back here, quick! The counselor is in the dorm room next door."

"I’m still more than ten minutes away from campus," Holly said, her face a mask of despair. ’It’s over.’

Serena gasped, "Ah? Then what do we do?"

Holly was just about to declare heroically that it was a lost cause and to forget about it, when Mortimer, who was in front, snatched her phone with one hand. In a low voice, he said, "Could you please stall him for a bit? I’ll treat you all to dinner tomorrow."

A few seconds later, he added, "Thank you."

A breathless Holly finally made it back to her dorm room. The moment she opened the door, she saw Serena and the others doing face masks together with their counselor... "..."

"Mr. Chapman."

The counselor, face mask and all, gave a nod. He then checked the time—a full fifteen minutes had passed. After he washed his face, he left the dorm room without another word.

Universities don’t micromanage you. As long as you don’t break any major rules, they basically turn a blind eye.

Holly suddenly couldn’t help but laugh. "You guys are something else."

Serena pointed at Simone Quincy. "It was the boss’s idea."

Simone, holding a book, glanced at her. "Holly, for the sake of that dinner from your husband, I contributed a ’precious’ thirty-yuan face mask."

"Tomorrow, I’m going to eat my money’s worth."

"Eat as much as you want tomorrow," Holly said gratefully.

Autumn Underwood turned to look at her and said suddenly, "Holly, you and your husband weren’t... doing anything, were you?"

Simone and Serena let out a synchronized "Ooooh?"

Holly: "..."

She couldn’t help but let out a few coughs. "I was tutoring a student."

"You guys are so dirty-minded."

"Are we the dirty-minded ones, or are you?" Serena laughed heartily.

...

The next evening, no one had classes. Mortimer fulfilled his promise and treated Serena and her roommates to dinner, inviting his three dorm mates as well.

In the end, Pantheon, Zeke Zane, Anna Willow, and Cynthia Owens all came along.

A large hotpot table for twelve.

Four menus.

When Zeke Zane got a menu, his first instinct was to give it to Anna Willow. Anna pulled Holly over to look with her. "Holly, you like lotus root, let’s order some. And kidney slices, too."

Zeke Zane: "..."

’You might not believe it, but I’m actually jealous of a girl.’

Mortimer was already used to this. After pouring tea for Holly and himself, he pushed the kettle toward Zeke, signaling for him to pour his own.

Zeke Zane: "..."

He had originally intended to pour a glass for Cynthia Owens, but Pantheon kicked him under the table. "..."

’Fuck!’

Pantheon took the kettle, poured a glass, and pushed it toward Cynthia. "It’s a little hot."

"Thank you." Cynthia was wearing light makeup, and her skin looked translucent under the lights.

Pantheon couldn’t help but steal a few more glances at her.

Anna Willow nudged Holly, gesturing for her to look. The two exchanged a glance, a mutual understanding of their shared mischievousness passing between them.

Spencer Shaw and the other guys were chatting up a storm with Simone and her friends, even exchanging contact info.

It was like a small mixer.

After dinner, everyone prepared to head out. Holly instinctively started to follow Simone and the others back to campus, but someone suddenly grabbed her arm.

Mortimer looked at Simone and the others. "Holly’s coming home with me."

’So damn smooth.’

The three of them—Serena, Simone, and Autumn—froze for a second, then quickly nodded in understanding. "Of course, of course."

Holly: "..."

Beside them, Anna Willow’s eyes went wide. She whispered in shock, "Holly, you two are living together?"