Reborn with My Genius Husband

Chapter 212: Even Anger Needs a Notification

Before Holly Winslow could say a word, Anna Willow pulled her aside to "lecture" her. With the air of a seasoned veteran, she said with exasperation, "Holly, are you an idiot? Don’t you know how scummy guys are these days? They stop cherishing you the moment they get you."

"You two aren’t even married, so there’s no security. What if your handsome ’cousin’ just ups and leaves you? What will you do then?"

Hearing the word "scummy," Holly Winslow glanced at Mortimer Quincy. "..."

’She does have a point.’

But her situation with Mortimer Quincy was different. They had already been a married couple.

’Ahem, it’s normal to do *that* kind of thing at our age. If we really waited until after the wedding, that rascal Mortimer Quincy would probably have gone ’limp’ by then.’

She couldn’t possibly tell Anna Willow such a fantastical story. If she did, Anna would probably just say, "Holly, you have a talent for writing novels. You could probably become a bestseller."

Anna Willow’s "whisper" wasn’t much of a whisper. At the very least, Mortimer Quincy heard it. "..."

’I’m clearly the ’weaker’ one here.’

’I’m just putting on a brave front.’

The others heard Anna Willow’s words too and immediately shot a glance at the "scumbag," their expressions clearly suggesting he was a prime suspect.

After a few seconds, Pantheon and Zeke Zane realized what was being implied. "..."

Pantheon thought, ’I haven’t even managed to get a girlfriend, and you two are already living together? By the time I get married, are you guys going to have kids already?’

Later on, he would turn out to be half right.

Zeke Zane didn’t have much to think about. He just had two words for Mortimer Quincy: "Damn, fast."

Facing everyone’s stares, Mortimer Quincy was speechless. "..."

’Scumbag, my ass.’

Holly Winslow wrapped an arm around Anna Willow’s neck and whispered a few words in her ear. It wasn’t anything much, just that she and Mortimer Quincy were getting engaged.

Anna Willow let out a shocked "Oh!" With that, her worries were gone. "Wait for me a sec." After saying that, she dashed into a nearby supermarket.

Holly Winslow was mystified, but Mortimer Quincy knew instantly.

Years ago, Anna Willow and Iris Kensington had bought several large boxes of condoms online and given them to Holly Winslow.

Half of them later expired.

One could only imagine how staggering the quantity was.

A few minutes later, Anna Willow came out of the supermarket. She furtively stuffed a box into Holly Winslow’s pocket and whispered, "I don’t know if these are any good, but make do for now. I’ll research some brands tonight and buy you some better ones later."

It slowly dawned on Holly Winslow what was happening. "..."

The item in her pocket suddenly felt like it was burning a hole.

Facing everyone’s questioning gazes, she clutched her pocket.

’She’s so damn cute.’

Mortimer Quincy couldn’t help but smile.

After they parted ways with the others, Holly Winslow took the item out of her pocket and quickly tried to stuff it into Mortimer Quincy’s.

Suddenly, with a SMACK, she fumbled and it fell right onto the ground.

The brand name on the box was unmistakable under the streetlamp.

***

Noticing that people nearby were all looking over, Holly Winslow was mortified. "..."

She turned red and walked away, pretending like nothing had happened.

Leaving Mortimer Quincy at the "scene of the crime." "..."

’Damn, that’s hilarious.’

Ignoring the onlookers’ gazes, he calmly picked it up and put it in his pocket.

He finally caught up to the fleeing Holly Winslow at the traffic light on the corner. She was wearing a hat, with only her eyes showing.

He raised an eyebrow and leaned down. "Honey, we’ve known each other for over a decade. You’re still shy?"

’No matter how thick-skinned I am, I’m not shameless enough to be handling condoms in public, especially as a college student!’

She glared at him. "Not as thick-skinned as you."

Just then, her phone went DING. She instinctively pulled it out for a look. "..."

It was a message from Anna Willow: Holly, it’s your favorite watermelon flavor.

Mortimer Quincy glanced at the message and couldn’t help but let out a few low chuckles. Holly Winslow put her phone away, turned, and glared at him, flying into a rage out of humiliation. "This is all your fault!"

The light turned green, and she walked off quickly. But no matter how fast she went, she couldn’t outpace Mortimer Quincy’s long legs. She was starting to get a little theatrically moody.

After they crossed the street, she announced with great seriousness, "Mortimer Quincy, I’m angry now."

’That was his wife for you. She even had to announce when she was angry.’

A flash of amusement crossed Mortimer Quincy’s eyes. He took her hand and placated her, "I was wrong."

Holly Winslow snorted, shaking his hand off. She called him out, "You don’t even know what you did wrong, do you?"

Caught red-handed, Mortimer Quincy gave an awkward cough and ventured, "I shouldn’t have teased my wife."

"That’s not it."

"It’s all my fault."

"That’s not it."

Mortimer Quincy: "..."

’It must be another one of those weird reasons for being mad that I just don’t get.’

"Then I’ll have to trouble my dear wife to point it out. I’ll change, I’ll change everything."

"You can’t change it."

Holly Winslow huffed petulantly, then she glanced at his long legs and pointed out his mistake. "It’s because your legs are too long."

Mortimer Quincy: "..."

’Damn it all, I’m so exasperated I have to laugh.’

Still, compared to her past reasons for getting angry, this one was actually acceptable.

’At least I’m not wrong for breathing.’

At this thought, he couldn’t help but smile. ’Ah, my wife... so weirdly cute.’

He crouched down. "Honey, to make it up to you, I’ll carry you on my back."

Holly Winslow didn’t stand on ceremony and climbed onto his back. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she said with a grin, "Fine, I’ll humor your handsome self."

Mortimer Quincy let out a low chuckle and played along. "Many thanks to my dear wife for gracing me with her presence."

Holly Winslow giggled foolishly, resting her head on his shoulder and gazing at his handsome profile. Then she pointed down a road. "Driver Mortimer, follow my command! Straight ahead to the right... um, for about a hundred meters."

It was originally only a ten-minute walk to the Roland Family’s home, but the two of them dawdled along. They even stopped to buy bubble tea, getting a cup for Robin Roland and Yara Nolan as well.

They didn’t arrive at the Roland’s until a little after nine. Robin Roland was already stir-frying vegetables. She opened the door and let them in. "Oh, you’re here! Dinner will be ready in a minute."

"Aunt Roland, please don’t trouble yourself. We’ve already eaten."

Holly Winslow looked at the table. The spread was quite generous, and there was even fish. They’d had fish a few days ago, too, but it wasn’t as lavish as tonight’s meal.

Robin Roland, wearing an apron, said with a smile, "Even if you’ve eaten, have a little more. I just bought this fish today. It’s very fresh."

She was very grateful to Mortimer Quincy and Holly Winslow. After paying for bus fare, twenty yuan didn’t leave much leftover.

Holly Winslow didn’t refuse again. Her eyes curved into crescents as she said, "Thank you, Aunt Roland. You’re such a great cook, it smells wonderful."

"I used to work in a restaurant." Robin Roland scooped the eggs out of the pot and placed them in cold water to soak.

At a little past 9:20, Yara Nolan came home. As always, Robin Roland was standing by the stairs, holding a light for him.

Seeing his wife gazing at Robin Roland and her son, Mortimer Quincy pursed his lips and comfortingly patted her head.

Holly Winslow smiled at him, signaling that she was fine. In truth, she didn’t feel much sadness.

She just felt that Robin Roland was luckier than Wyatt Winslow had been back then; she had a sensible and obedient son.

Her own rebelliousness back then had made life so "tiring" for Wyatt Winslow.

The four of them sat down. Holly Winslow suddenly remembered something and handed them the bubble tea from the table. "It’s a little cold now, so it might not taste as good."

Both Robin Roland and Yara Nolan were taken aback for a moment. Robin pushed it back. "You two drink it. We don’t need any."

Bubble tea was quite expensive, something like ten-plus yuan a cup.

Thinking of this, she looked at Yara Nolan beside her, her eyes filled with a sense of guilt.

’After I sell the newspapers tomorrow, I’ll buy a cup for my son.’