Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 77: Caught in the Grove

Holly Winslow: "..."

She pinched Mortimer Quincy’s hand. When he finally let go, she huffed, "I was just hugging your head! I saw your shirt had ridden up and was trying to cover you, you exhibitionist!"

After saying her piece, she shot him a glare, stopped helping him clean, and dropped the rag before heading into the classroom.

Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow when he heard the word "exhibitionist." Then, peering through the window, he saw his girlfriend’s ears turn red, and his throat felt a little tight.

’These days of abstinence are a little hard to bear.’

...

For the next two classes that evening, Holly Winslow ignored "Mortimer the exhibitionist." The consequence was that after evening self-study, the "exhibitionist" led her away into the small grove of trees.

The school had been cracking down lately, so they couldn’t hang out in the classrooms anymore.

Mortimer Quincy pinned Holly Winslow against a tree trunk, murmuring softly, "Honey, honey, honey..."

Holly Winslow couldn’t stand it when he acted like this. She pushed against his chest and whispered, "Spit it out or get off the pot."

Mortimer Quincy grabbed her hand with one of his, pulling them even closer. He let out a low, magnetic chuckle. "In that case, I’ll just have to kiss you instead."

Just as he was about to kiss her, a beam of white light flashed over them, then quickly moved away.

They both froze for a second before realizing what was happening and pulling apart, but it was too late. The beam of light swept back and landed on the side of Mortimer Quincy’s face.

The Dean of Discipline couldn’t quite see who it was and shouted from a distance, "What class are you in? What are you doing! Get over here right now."

Holly Winslow’s mind went blank. Then, she turned and ran. There was a path here that led around and out of the grove.

Mortimer Quincy: "..."

In the end, Mortimer Quincy was the only one caught by the Dean of Discipline.

When the dean saw it was Mortimer Quincy, she instinctively frowned, but her tone was still decent. "What class is the girl from?"

Mortimer Quincy shook his head and said calmly, "No idea. I don’t know her. We just bumped into each other. I came down here to look for something."

The grove was right behind Dormitory A.

The dean was inclined to believe a good student. "What are you looking for? I’ll help you find it."

Mortimer Quincy: "..."

He tugged at his sleeve. "My math paper."

The balconies at Jarton High were wide, and many students liked to do their homework out there, so it was normal for papers to fall off.

Hearing it was a math paper, the dean’s expression immediately softened. "I’ll help you look for it."

Then she made a call, telling the other teachers on patrol to come and help with the search.

Five or six flashlights swept back and forth through the grove, scaring off all the other couples on dates, who quickly scattered.

When Zeke Zane received Mortimer Quincy’s text, he was just about to get into bed. He froze for a moment but did as he was told and threw one of his math tests down.

The dean found a math test at the base of a tree and said kindly, "Mortimer Quincy, is this it?"

Mortimer Quincy took the test, glanced at it, and said, "Yes, it is. Thank you, teachers."

"Don’t mention it. Hurry back to your dorm." The dean completely believed him now and escorted him out of the grove with her flashlight.

After leaving the grove, Mortimer Quincy saw Holly Winslow huddled by the entrance to the boys’ dormitory, and he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

He walked over and teased, "Your escape skills are pretty impressive, honey."

Holly Winslow rubbed her nose guiltily and lifted her simple, pretty face to curry favor. "Moira, are you okay?"

"I’m not. I got twenty points deducted," Mortimer Quincy said, pursing his lips and pretending to be upset.

Holly Winslow’s mouth fell open. "Ah," she gasped, tugging on the corner of his shirt and offering a weak attempt at consolation. "Well, at least I didn’t get points deducted. Otherwise, it would’ve been forty."

Mortimer Quincy: "..."

He was so exasperated he laughed.

Meeting his dark gaze, Holly Winslow rubbed her nose again and decided to offer Mortimer Quincy a little something sweet to console him. "I’ll let you kiss me when we get home."

"Ten times," Mortimer Quincy said, suppressing the smile at the corners of his mouth.

Holly Winslow hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

The next day, Holly Winslow was worried that Gabe Chaucer would talk to Mortimer Quincy, but he never did. He even praised Mortimer during language class.

At noon, Gabe Chaucer called her over. He told her she’d won first place in the English speech competition and gave her a crystal pen holder as a prize.

She placed it on the desk between her and Mortimer Quincy, securing it with double-sided tape. Then she put both her pens and Mortimer’s pens inside and stuck a sticky note on it.

Study hard and make progress every day.

Mortimer Quincy rested his head on his hand, looking at the ugly little pen holder and suddenly finding it quite pleasing to the eye. He reached into his desk, fumbled around for a moment, and pulled out an eraser to toss inside.

Zeke Zane: "..."

Pantheon: "..."

’Who would believe it? We’re being subjected to this public display of affection over a cheap-looking pen holder.’

...

In early March, the Rocket Class had its monthly class movie.

It took up the two self-study periods on Sunday evening. The movies the school showed were usually educational—the kind students hated watching the most—but that didn’t stop them from being happy about it.

Because it meant two free periods.

Gabe Chaucer used the multimedia projector to put on the movie for them, set the volume to a medium level, and then warned, "Keep it down. No loud talking, or I’ll use these two periods to give a lecture instead." After saying his piece, he turned off the lights, left the classroom, and pulled the door shut.

Mortimer Quincy took Holly Winslow’s hand, lacing their fingers together. Then, he scooted his chair closer to her.

Holly Winslow carefully scooted her chair a little closer to him as well until their shoulders were touching. She broke into a grin.

Just then, some rustling and whispers started up in the classroom. Pantheon lowered his voice and said, "Rook, wanna play a game?"

"Sure," Paul Powell replied.

Then Pantheon asked Mortimer Quincy too, but Mortimer refused. "Not right now, I’m busy."

Hearing this, Pantheon didn’t press him.

With her hand held by Mortimer Quincy, Holly Winslow couldn’t do much else, so she just focused on the movie, which was actually not bad.

Mortimer Quincy wasn’t watching the movie; he was watching his girl. He would fiddle with Holly Winslow’s fingers from time to time, occasionally scratching her palm.

Holly Winslow shot him a glare, signaling for him to behave. But perhaps emboldened by the darkness of the classroom, that rascal Mortimer, instead of backing off, leaned in and nipped her lip.

Just then, the classroom lights flicked on. At the same time, a boy in the corner of the front row played a prank, yelling, "Hahaha, scared ya, didn’t I?"

Holly Winslow’s first instinct was to push Mortimer Quincy away.

Mortimer Quincy lost his balance and started to fall backward. Holly Winslow quickly threw her arms around him to catch him, but she couldn’t hold on. With a CRASH, the two of them, chairs and all, tumbled to the floor.

Holly Winslow landed on Mortimer Quincy’s chest, her mouth bumping against his lips.

Holly Winslow: "..."

Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow. ’Not a bad perk.’

The whole class turned to look, letting out a collective "Whoa!" Pantheon’s jaw dropped. The shock was a little too much. "..."

’Juicy!’

A moment later, he started teasing them mischievously. "Mortimer, Cousin, what are you two doing? There’s a whole audience here!" He burst out laughing.

Mortimer Quincy shot him a look, and Pantheon immediately shut his mouth.

Holly Winslow, her face beet red, got up and then pulled Mortimer Quincy to his feet. She dusted off his back and whispered, "Are you hurt anywhere?"

"I’m fine."

Seeing his girl’s face was so red it looked like it could bleed, Mortimer Quincy looked toward the boy in the front row, his tone turning cold. "Turn off the lights."

"Hahaha, don’t be mad, Mortimer. I was just trying to liven things up." The boy in the front row turned the lights off again.

After that incident, Holly Winslow sat properly and watched the movie, not even letting Mortimer Quincy hold her hand, terrified that something like that would happen again.

’At least it wasn’t Gabe Chaucer who turned on the lights.’