Reborn with My Genius Husband

Chapter 216 - 226: Perfect Score on the Kissing Theorem

Because their RA was coming for a dorm inspection today, their plan to fool around was naturally off the table.

The two of them walked part of the way around campus, from the grove of trees to the pavilion by the river. A couple was kissing in the pavilion.

Holly Winslow quietly pulled Mortimer Quincy around the other side to avoid them, but as it turned out, another couple was kissing on the bench under a willow tree.

"..."

Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow and whispered, "Babe, you know what this is called?"

Although Holly Winslow couldn’t guess his exact words, she knew it was going to be some kind of cheesy line. She stuck her tongue out. "Sorry, but I’d rather not know."

Even though she said she didn’t want to know, that rascal Mortimer said it anyway, enunciating every syllable. "The Kissing Theorem."

"Given the pavilion and the bench, it follows that Mortimer Quincy and Holly Winslow must kiss."

’Must kiss my ass.’

Holly Winslow: "..."

’And I’ve got the Pythagorean theorem!’

"Mortimer Quincy, I’ve noticed that ever since you shed that lawyer persona of yours, you’ve gotten more and more shameless."

Mortimer Quincy chuckled. "My girl said she wanted sexy, not shy."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’She had, in fact, said that.’

She started walking ahead, deciding to drop the subject.

"Babe, you haven’t asked me how to prove the Kissing Theorem yet," Mortimer Quincy said, keeping pace with her unhurriedly.

Holly Winslow shot him a look. "As if I don’t know you? It’s just kissing, isn’t it?"

"Then why don’t you give it a try, babe? Let’s see if you can get a perfect score." Mortimer Quincy blocked her path, lowering his head and inviting a kiss.

Holly Winslow: "..."

’He’s laying it on so thick.’

After holding back for a good while, she finally squeezed out a sentence. "Quincy the Puppy, you! Are! Begging! For! It!"

His girlfriend’s one-liners were always stunning. Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow, his voice low with anticipation. "Go on, then. Show me."

Holly Winslow had never won when it came to trading lewd banter. No, that wasn’t true. She used to win in the beginning, but then that rascal learned the ropes all by himself, and she was put out of a job.

"..."

Just as she was about to say something, his lips met hers. She subconsciously grabbed the hem of his shirt at his waist.

A few minutes later, Mortimer Quincy let her go, completely satisfied. "The Kissing Theorem: a perfect score."

...

Back in the dorm room, Autumn Underwood and the other two were all wearing face masks, soaking their feet, and had headphones on, completely focused on their books.

Holly Winslow could never get the hang of their method of making studying as enjoyable as possible. She was the type who couldn’t multitask; if she listened to music, she’d get caught up in the lyrics.

*Ahem*. A side effect of too much English listening comprehension practice.

Autumn Underwood took off one of her headphones and handed her a foot soak packet. "Holly, want to join the foot-soaking study army?"

Holly Winslow readily accepted, then went to get some hot water and began to soak her feet while she studied.

When it was almost lights-out, the four of them retreated to new positions: their own beds.

Serena Shaw suddenly let out a wail. "I thought the high school study guides were brutal, but I never expected the university ones to be even worse."

"There are no key points at all."

Holly Winslow laughed out loud and told them what happened in class the day before. "Yesterday, a guy in my class asked the professor if there was a study guide. The professor said, ’Everything I talk about is on the test.’"

The other three let out miserable laughs. Simone Quincy chimed in with a joke, "The other day I saw a meme on the school forums. It was captioned: ’Dear Failing Grade, please be kind.’"

Autumn Underwood said, "I shared one of those lucky koi fish posts to bless my exams. You guys want to share it too?"

Simone Quincy and Serena Shaw immediately did so. Holly Winslow, however, found a picture of Mortimer Quincy and captioned it: "Share for finals, guaranteed pass."

Anna Willow and Iris Kensington shared it in a heartbeat.

When Serena Shaw saw it, she burst out laughing. "Holly, you’re savage! You really put your man out there."

"Hehe, not gonna lie, with him around, my ’luck’ is through the roof," Holly Winslow said, half-joking.

Soon, everyone in the dorm had shared it, and from there it started spreading like a virus.

Someone on the school forums caught on and started making their own memes with Mortimer Quincy’s photo, captioning it with things like, "Guaranteed pass on finals," and "Fail your exams, and I’ll be your karma."

When Holly Winslow saw the "Fail your exams, and I’ll be your karma" one paired with Mortimer Quincy’s stern expression, she thought it was surprisingly effective.

She was laughing so hard she was practically rolling, which ended up provoking a "domestic violence" crackdown from Scholar Quincy himself.

There were fewer classes toward the end of the semester, but everyone was studying with all their might. In the last three days, a serious case of last-minute cramming broke out.

Everyone in the dorm except Holly Winslow—that is, Simone Quincy and the other two—had pulled two all-nighters, sleeping only four or five hours a night and earning dark circles under their eyes.

The day their exams ended, the three of them didn’t rush to pack for home. Instead, they collapsed into bed and pulled the covers over their heads to sleep.

Holly Winslow had already bought a plane ticket for noon that day and had packed her luggage—just a single suitcase—the day before.

Most of the contents were gifts for Wyatt Winslow and her family, but there were also some for Andre Quincy and his.

Mortimer Quincy still had work at the construction site and wouldn’t be heading home for another ten days or so. He saw Holly Winslow off at the airport, ruffling her hair. "Call me when you get home."

Holly Winslow nodded and waved. "You should head back."

Seeing that she didn’t seem reluctant to leave at all, Mortimer Quincy pinched her cheek. "Babe, how about you go home a few days later?"

"I can’t. Dad knows I’m supposed to be home today."

Holly Winslow slapped his hand away, then fished a few pieces of candy out of his pocket and put them in her own. After a moment’s thought, she reached back into his pocket and transferred all the remaining candy into hers. "I’m not giving you any chance to cheat on me."

Mortimer Quincy: "..."

’Damn it.’ He laughed in spite of himself.

He booped her on the nose, his voice a mixture of helplessness and adoration. "There’s more in my left pocket."

"When you’re at your grandma’s, don’t you dare hang out with... you-know-who. If I find out, I’ll pull your ears."

Holly Winslow wasn’t the least bit intimidated. She tilted her chin up. "We’ll see who’s pulling whose ears."

Once she was done looting his pockets, she unwrapped a piece of candy and fed it to him, as if to comfort him for the sorrow of being "abandoned." "I have to go board. Bye, hubby."

"Mm," Mortimer Quincy replied. He watched her go through security before turning to take the bus back to campus.

...

Holly Winslow and Anna Willow were on the same flight, but they didn’t run into each other until they were at the boarding gate. *Ahem*. They’d both been seen off by their boyfriends.

Anna Willow waved her over. Once Holly sat down, Anna grabbed her hand and grinned mischievously. "Holly, did you two have a good-bye kiss?"

Holly Winslow returned the mischievous grin. "I didn’t, but I’m sure you did, Anna."

Caught red-handed, Anna Willow blushed, but she quickly showed her true, lewd colors. "We only kissed! You guys have already done *it*."

"Hurry up and tell me! How was it? How’s your hot cousin’s stamina? An hour? Two? Or three?"

Holly Winslow: "..."

Holly Winslow pulled a piece of candy from her pocket, unwrapped it, and shoved it into Anna’s mouth to shut her up.

Anna Willow just giggled, chewing as she spoke. "Just wait ’til we get off the plane. I’m teaming up with Ellie to interrogate you."

"You can’t escape, Holly."

Holly Winslow: "..."

The three of them had already made plans to share a taxi home from the airport. Iris Kensington’s flight, however, was scheduled to land twenty minutes before theirs.

When the two of them exited the airport, they saw Iris Kensington and Chris Chaucer. Iris had permed her hair into tight, flaxen-colored curls and was wearing a black overcoat with ankle boots. She looked more mature and beautiful than before.

Likely going for a matching couple’s look, Chris Chaucer had also permed his hair and was wearing a black overcoat, though he paired his with white sneakers. He stood a full head taller than Iris.

They looked great together.

Anna Willow let out a "Yoo-hoo!" and joked to Holly Winslow, "Holly, maybe we should get matching ’sister’ perms tomorrow."

Holly Winslow laughed and nodded in agreement.

Iris Kensington gave Anna Willow a playful poke, then turned to Chris Chaucer. "You can head home. I’m going back with Holly and Anna."

Chris Chaucer nodded. "I’ll take your suitcase, then. I’ll bring it over tonight."

Once Chris Chaucer had left, the three girls pulled into a group hug. Iris Kensington leaned in close to Holly Winslow. "Alright, Holly, spill. What does it feel like to fly?"