Reborn with My Genius Husband

Chapter 217 - 227: Could It Be Wonderful?

Holly Winslow: "..."

’If she didn’t say anything, Iris and Anna would probably just keep asking.’ Holly gave an awkward cough. "It was okay."

Anna Willow and Iris Kensington grinned mischievously at the same time. Anna was clearly skeptical. "Just okay? Are you sure it wasn’t *very good*?"

Hearing her last two words, Holly couldn’t help but laugh. "Anna, has your spoken English not improved at all?"

Anna let out a proud "Hahaha!" and said, "Never mind my English! The important thing right now is, was it *very good*?"

Iris chimed in, "Or maybe it was *wonderful*?"

Holly Winslow: "..."

She blushed. "Our friendship is over! For one minute."

The three of them joked and laughed all the way back to Holly’s house to drop off their things before heading out to go shopping.

As they passed a hair salon, Iris suddenly said, "Holly, Anna, you guys should get your hair permed too."

Holly remembered a "dark Chapter" from her past and shook her head firmly.

She once thought perms looked good on other people and had pestered Scholar Quincy about it for days. He finally agreed to let her get one, but the stylist who did it was apparently a fan of "freestyle improvisation."

The perm was a disaster.

She was stuck with a frizzy bird’s nest on her head, and Mortimer Quincy had laughed at her for more than half a month, especially whenever she let her hair down to sleep at night.

That jerk Mortimer Quincy had called her the Golden-Haired Lion King.

Anna, however, was very interested. "Holly, let’s do it together."

"Not happening." Holly refused adamantly.

Iris tugged at her. "Oh, come on, get it done! Don’t fall behind the trend."

In the end, Holly was practically dragged into the salon by her two friends. To be on the safe side, she chose to get large waves. ’Even if they mess it up,’ she thought, ’at least it won’t turn me into the Lion King again.’

But this time, the small salon’s stylist was surprisingly skilled. The large waves looked great.

The stylist, an older man, was also very pleased with his work. He suggested enthusiastically, "How about some color? It would look even better if you dyed it."

Holly shook her head and declined. After all, she was going to be a tutor, and dyed hair might give parents the impression that she was unreliable.

’The standards for teachers are actually quite strict,’ she mused. ’No short skirts, no dyed hair, things like that.’

Anna dyed her hair a color similar to Iris’s. Being on the petite side, the new perm made her look rather cute.

...

「The Winslow Residence」

When Wyatt Winslow saw Holly’s wavy hair, he instinctively pursed his lips. Holly touched her hair self-consciously. "Dad, does it look good?"

It did look good, but Wyatt didn’t like perms. He pushed up his glasses. "It looks good."

Holly chuckled and joked with him, "Dad, maybe you should get your hair done tomorrow too."

To her surprise, Wyatt just grunted, "Mm."

Holly froze for a moment, touched. She said coaxingly, "Dad, why do you always spoil me?"

Wyatt glanced at her. ’Because you’re my daughter,’ he thought. ’I will do my best to give you what you want and guide you.’

"I was due for a haircut anyway."

...

The university’s winter break was rather long, nearly forty days. With nothing to do at home, Holly started looking for tutoring jobs.

Wyatt didn’t really approve of her tutoring, but he didn’t stop her either. He asked around and helped Holly find a tutoring position right in the Delian Community.

Holly had become quite famous the year she took her college entrance exams. The parents recognized her, and after a moment’s thought, they agreed to hire her for two thousand yuan a month.

This wasn’t a high rate, considering the hours were from nine in the morning to six in the evening.

The child of the family had average grades, but he worked very hard.

It wasn’t a matter of intelligence, but of improper study methods. At least, his current learning style wasn’t suitable for him.

Holly finished grading another one of his practice tests. He had gotten forty percent of the questions wrong.

She had gone over similar problem types with him just yesterday. To gauge his understanding, she had even stayed up late to prepare this specific test for him.

Before she could say anything, Mason Jarvis started crying on his own.

Holly could understand how he felt. To try so hard, yet never see good results.

She patted his back comfortingly. "It’s okay. Your foundational knowledge is actually very solid. You just need to be a little more flexible."

"Take this problem, for example. You used the theorem that ’of all line segments connecting a point outside a line to points on the line, the perpendicular segment is the shortest’ to prove that AE is parallel to CD. It’s technically possible, but it’s very complicated."

"Look at the diagram. The alternate interior angles here are equal, which proves the two lines are parallel. But if you combine that with the rest of the problem, you can find an even simpler way. Do you see what I’m getting at?"

Mason nodded. "If two lines are parallel to the same third line, then they are parallel to each other."

"Yes, that’s exactly right."

Holly pulled a piece of candy from her pocket and gave it to him as a reward. "A math problem isn’t like literature or English. It’s not about rigid thinking. There can be several ways to solve it. If one method doesn’t work, try another."

"Do you play video games?"

Mason hesitated for a moment before nodding. Holly smiled and added, "Math is a lot like that. You have to be flexible. After we finish the lesson, I’ll play a round with you. I’m really good."

Mason’s eyes lit up slightly. "Really? My mom would never allow it." After saying that, his mood dampened again.

’Kids this age have the strongest desire to play. Forcing him to do nothing but study isn’t actually good for him.’

’There’s a reason the phrase ’all work and no play’ exists.’

Holly smiled. "I’ll talk to your mom."

After the lesson that afternoon, Holly told Mason’s mother that she needed to take him back to her place to pick up a practice test, and that he could work on it there.

Since they lived in the same community, Mason’s mother agreed.

When they got home, Wyatt Winslow was already back and was cooking dinner.

"Dad," Holly called out.

Mason politely called out, "Uncle Winslow."

Wyatt nodded and motioned for him to help himself to the snacks on the table.

Holly smiled cheekily and held out her hand. "Dad, can I borrow your phone for a second?"

"It’s on the table."

Wyatt didn’t ask what she needed it for, nor was he worried about her seeing anything she shouldn’t.

Wyatt’s phone required a password to unlock. Holly’s first instinct was to try her own birthday.

And sure enough, it was.

It wasn’t until the year she married Mortimer Quincy that she learned all the family bank card PINs were her birthday, as were the passwords for Wyatt’s phone and computer.

Even for Wyatt’s accident insurance and estate, she was the sole beneficiary.

She started downloading the app for a popular new game, then registered a new account.

She handed the phone to Mason. "Go ahead, have fun."

Being a boy, Mason was genuinely interested in games. He nodded happily. "Thank you, Teacher."

Holly picked up her own phone, logged in, and the two of them started matchmaking for teammates and began a round.

While playing the game, Mason was much more cheerful and talkative than usual. "Teacher, there’s someone on the left!"

"To the right, to the right!"

"Teacher, you’re amazing!"

Wyatt came out and saw the two of them on the sofa. He didn’t say anything, just knocked on the table to let them know it was time to eat.

Mason ate dinner with them. It was getting late—already eight o’clock. Holly gave Mason a practice test. "Just do half of this tonight, and you can finish the rest tomorrow morning."

Afterward, she walked him home to the Jacobs’ residence.

When Mason’s mother saw him come home and immediately start on the practice test, she was naturally very pleased.

As a parent, her only thought was that whatever was good for her child must be the right thing to do.

And so, she unintentionally overlooked her child’s feelings and the pressure he was under.