Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 79: The Wife is Free and Easy Wandering, so the Husband is Ode to the Red Cliffs
Seeing her grinding her teeth, too afraid to retort, a flicker of amusement crossed Mortimer Quincy’s eyes. He raised an eyebrow and leaned closer to Holly Winslow. "That son of a bitch, Mortimer Quincy? Or was it, ’Fuck you... Mortimer Quincy’?"
His wife’s repertoire of curses was limited to just a few phrases; she hadn’t added any new material in years.
Caught red-handed, Holly Winslow was speechless: "..."
’This was the downside of being married. Your husband becomes a mind-reader.’
She pushed him away and denied it. "You’re overthinking things. I would never curse. I’m a teacher with professional ethics, you know."
’She would never admit it. Ahem. Every time she cursed him, she was the one who ended up "suffering" for it.’
Mortimer Quincy had long since figured out Holly Winslow’s personality. He raised an eyebrow again and bluffed, "So you did curse. Ten more copies."
Holly Winslow: "..."
’That! Son! Of! A! Bitch! Mortimer! Quincy!’
’Fuck! You! Mortimer! Quincy!’
"Fine, I’ll copy it. I’m not eating breakfast." With that, she started ignoring him.
’So she had been cursing him.’
The corner of Mortimer Quincy’s mouth curved into a smile. As for her threat to skip breakfast, he wasn’t concerned.
’Because when his wife said something like that, she never meant it.’
After their study session, Mortimer Quincy grabbed both of their lunch boxes. Seeing Holly Winslow still copying the classical text, apparently still sulking, he said, "Time to eat. I’ll take five copies off your punishment."
Holly Winslow pouted, not even looking at him. "I’m not eating."
Hearing this, Mortimer Quincy decided not to waste any more words on her. He set down the lunch boxes, bent over, and swept her right into his arms.
Holly Winslow found herself airborne. She froze for a second before reacting, whispering, "Mortimer Quincy! Put me down!" As she spoke, her ears turned red.
The students in the classroom who hadn’t left for lunch yet stared at the "cousins," completely bewildered.
Mortimer Quincy looked down at Holly Winslow and said quietly, "So, are you eating?"
"I’ll eat!"
Holly Winslow said hastily. After he set her down, she snatched her lunch box and stormed off in a huff.
Mortimer Quincy followed beside her at a leisurely pace. He wanted to laugh seeing his wife’s puffy-cheeked, angry face. After a few steps, he leaned down. "Alright, alright. I won’t make you do the copies."
Holly Winslow huffed, her temper flaring. "I’m going to do them. Why should I stop just because you tell me to? I insist on doing them."
Mortimer Quincy: "..."
He decided to play along. "Then you do them."
Holly Winslow: "..."
’Stupid Mortimer Quincy.’
Seeing her go silent again, Mortimer Quincy couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle. He reached out and patted her head. "Don’t be angry anymore. I’ll buy you some potato chips later."
’Now that’s more like it.’
Holly Winslow held up two fingers. Mortimer Quincy nodded.
...
To prevent Mortimer Quincy from catching any more gaps in her knowledge, Holly Winslow ended up copying "Free and Easy Wandering" twenty times to drill it into her memory.
By the time she was done, it was already Friday. She felt like she might blurt out, "In Boreas there is a fish, its name is Gigas," at any moment.
Every Friday, the class had to sign a safety awareness form.
After the second period, Mortimer Quincy signed the form and handed it to Holly Winslow. When she handed it back, he was dumbfounded.
He was so amused he started laughing.
’His wife had signed "Free and Easy Wandering."’
The more he looked at it, the funnier it got, until he was laughing so hard his hands were shaking.
"Does Dad know that Holly changed her name?"
Holly Winslow was still a bit confused. She leaned in to take a look. Her first thought was, ’Free and Easy Wandering. Yep, that’s "Free and Easy Wandering."’
A few seconds later: "..."
She took the safety awareness form, crossed out the words "Free and Easy Wandering," and signed her own name.
Mortimer Quincy leaned over and teased, "If you’re ’Free and Easy Wandering,’ then I must be ’Rhapsody on the Red Cliff.’"
Holly Winslow: "..."
’Rhapsody on your ass.’
A short while later, Gabe Chaucer came in with the seating chart for the monthly exam, which was scheduled for the upcoming Monday and Tuesday.
To prevent cheating, Jarton High had completely randomized the seating assignments regardless of class rank. There was no pattern to it at all. Mortimer Quincy was seat 56 in Class 2, while Holly Winslow was seat 189 in Class 7.
The two classrooms weren’t even on the same floor.
At noon, the students began tidying up their books, which were all to be stored in a row at the back of the classroom. Mortimer Quincy wasn’t around at the moment; he had been called out by Gabe Chaucer.
She had just finished packing up both her and Mortimer Quincy’s books when the boy with glasses in front of her said with a friendly smile, "Cousin, let me carry those for you. They look heavy."
Most of the boys in the class had followed Mortimer Quincy’s lead, adopting his "familial" term of address and calling Holly Winslow "Cousin."
"No, that’s okay. I can manage it myself." Holly Winslow waved her hand, declining his offer. She didn’t want to trouble him.
The boy with the glasses was named Maurice, a small-statured kid. He pushed his glasses up his nose. "Don’t be a stranger. You and Mortimer Quincy just treated us to snacks a few days ago." After saying that, he went ahead and started helping Holly move the books.
Just then, Zeke Zane and Pantheon also came over to help. Pantheon picked up a stack of books and said cheerfully, "Cousin, don’t stand on ceremony with us. Leave this kind of rough work to us."
His tone was a bit comical, and Holly Winslow couldn’t help but chuckle. "Well, thank you guys, then."
The advanced class had more boys than girls, and there was rarely any malicious gossip. She really liked this class.
The first thing Mortimer Quincy saw when he walked in was his wife smiling sweetly at other boys. He pressed his lips together, strode over to Holly Winslow, and asked, "What’s so funny?"
His tone was dripping with jealousy.
Holly Winslow: "..."
She giggled. "Mortimer Quincy, you should just go into the vinegar business. You could produce and sell it yourself. You’d probably make more money than you would as a lawyer."
"So you’re finally admitting you think I don’t make enough money," Mortimer Quincy said, raising an eyebrow.
Holly Winslow poked him in the chest. "Mortimer Quincy, you’re being ridiculous," she said, annoyed.
Hearing the word "ridiculous," Mortimer Quincy let out a low laugh. He grabbed her hand and gave her a roguish wink. "I’ve only learned one percent of your technique."
"I am not!" Holly Winslow would never admit to being ridiculous.
Mortimer Quincy leaned down, teasing, "Want me to give you a demonstration?"
He paused for a moment, then began imitating the way she acted when she was being ridiculous, pouting as he said, "Mortimer Quincy, why are you back so late? Where were you drinking? Why do you smell like perfume? Where’s the button from your suit jacket? Are you seeing someone else? Are you cheating on me...?"
Mortified, Holly Winslow jumped up and clamped her hand over his mouth, hissing through gritted teeth, "Shut up! I do not do that."
’Mortimer Quincy was handsome and from a good background, yet he had married her at such a young age. Of course she’d get a little paranoid from time to time.’
’Just a tiny, tiny bit.’
Pantheon came back after moving the books and saw the two of them flirting. He tutted twice. "Tsk, tsk. Mortimer Quincy, that’s not right. We’re over here moving your books for you, and you’re in here flirting with your cousin." His voice was thick with the bitter envy of a single man.
Mortimer Quincy glanced at him. "I’ll treat you guys to a gaming session after school."
"Oh, you shouldn’t have!" Pantheon laughed heartily, then quickly added, "Which internet cafe?"
At the mention of gaming, Zeke Zane’s interest had already waned. "I’m not going."
Pantheon shot him a look, then burst out laughing again. He turned to Holly Winslow. "Cousin, that friend of yours is a real monster. She completely wrecked Zeke Zane—so badly he doesn’t even want to game anymore."
Holly Winslow had heard about this from Anna Willow. Apparently, they had been short a player for a competitive match, and seeing that Zeke Zane was online, they invited him. He ended up dying the second the match started, forcing them to play four-on-five. And yet, they still won. It was a little demoralizing, to be fair.
She let out a wicked little giggle.
The reminder only made Zeke Zane more depressed. He irritably punched Pantheon’s arm. "You’re even worse than I am."
Pantheon nonchalantly admitted it. "So what if I’m bad? I’ve got Cousin on my side."
The moment those words left his mouth, Mortimer Quincy’s eyes narrowed. "No, you don’t," he said, his voice thick with possessiveness. "I do."
Pantheon: "..."
’FUCK!!!’
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