Autumn Underwood pointed at her and laughed. "Something fishy’s going on!"

Serena Shaw shot back without a second thought, "She wouldn’t even sleep with his corpse."

Holly Winslow and the other two: "..."

The next second, they burst out laughing.

...

「Friday.」

After finishing her tutoring session with Yara Nolan at 10 PM, Holly Winslow got off "early" for once and decided to pick up a certain Mr. Quincy from work.

After she texted him and found out he was still working overtime, she bought two cups of coffee.

The coffee shop was right downstairs from Mortimer Quincy’s company.

She ordered her coffee and stood waiting. Next to her, two women in professional attire were talking.

"Lend us the handsome guy from your department for a few days."

"You’ll have to ask our department’s Joyce if she agrees to that."

"Tsk tsk, forget it. I wouldn’t dare ask his official girlfriend."

The speaker suddenly lowered her voice and asked curiously, "But I heard Mortimer Quincy has a girlfriend, doesn’t he? I’ve seen him wearing a ring on his hand."

"Probably, but you know how it is. That’s just the dark side of men, especially the handsome ones."

Overhearing this bit of gossip about "Quincy the Scumbag," Holly Winslow, who was standing nearby, couldn’t help but let out a "AHEM." The more she thought about it, the funnier it became, and she ended up lowering her head to hide a smile.

’Quincy the Scumbag probably doesn’t even know he’s a scumbag.’

The two women glanced at her, picked up their coffee, and left.

A few minutes later, Holly Winslow took the coffee from the barista and went to Mortimer Quincy’s company.

She sent Mortimer Quincy a message, but he was probably busy and hadn’t seen it, as he didn’t reply.

She stood in the company hallway for a while, then squatted down to watch an online course. She didn’t know how long she’d been squatting when she suddenly heard rushed footsteps from behind her. "Holly."

Holly Winslow looked at the young man in the white shirt, lifted the coffee, and let out a playful "Hmph." "Quincy the Puppy, what took you so long? The coffee’s cold."

Her feet had probably gone numb from squatting for so long.

Mortimer Quincy quickly reached out to pull her up. "Why didn’t you find a place to sit?"

"There’s nowhere to sit around here."

Holly Winslow held out her hand again. "Pay me a hundred, and I’ll go buy two more cups of coffee." As she spoke, she reached into the pocket of his dress pants and pulled out a hundred-yuan bill.

Mortimer Quincy chuckled and gave her all the cash in his pocket. "Good girl. Go downstairs, buy something to eat, and wait for me. I’ll be down in half an hour."

He kissed her on the forehead and added, "Honey, let’s go home tonight."

"We’ll see how you behave," Holly Winslow said, lifting her chin arrogantly.

Mortimer Quincy couldn’t resist kissing her again and promised, "I’ll definitely be on my best behavior at home."

Half an hour later, he finished his work. Just as he was about to leave, someone called out to him.

It was his team leader, Joyce Zane. She was in her mid-twenties, dressed in a sharp black suit and black high heels that gave her the air of a capable professional. Her face was exquisitely made up, exuding the charm of a mature woman.

She was very beautiful.

"Mortimer, it’s so late. Let me give you a ride home. It’s on my way, anyway."

Mortimer Quincy frowned instinctively. "It’s not on your way. My wife is waiting for me downstairs." After saying that, he grabbed his suit jacket and strode out of the company.

「Downstairs」

Through the glass, he saw his girl eating and looking at her phone at the same time. Judging by her excited expression, she was probably watching a horror movie.

He smiled, pursing his lips, then walked in and sat down next to her.

Holly Winslow glanced at him and naturally pushed the food toward him. Then, grinning, she slid her phone over. "Quincy the Puppy, I’ve got something good to show you."

On the screen was a corpse, its body already decomposing.

Mortimer Quincy glanced at her, then suddenly raised an eyebrow. ’My wife is definitely hinting at something.’

’I must have done something wrong again.’

He rested his chin on his hand. "Honey, please enlighten me."

Holly Winslow’s eyes darted around as she started playing dumb. "Enlighten you about what? I don’t understand what you’re saying."

’You don’t understand?’

’You’ll understand tonight.’

Mortimer Quincy didn’t press the issue. He leaned down and bit a french fry she was holding. Holly Winslow glared at him. "Can’t you get your own?"

Mortimer Quincy tilted his head and smirked, looking rather dominant. "The ones my honey feeds me taste better."

Holly Winslow: "..."

Once they got home and into bed, Mortimer Quincy began to interrogate her using "force."

In the end, Holly Winslow begged for mercy and told him about the "Quincy the Scumbag" incident.

After hearing the story, Mortimer Quincy reacted just as Holly Winslow had. He let out a few low, laughing breaths and said faintly, "That makes me so mad I want to go another round."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’Don’t make excuses.’

’Quincy the Beast.’

...

「The next day」

As soon as Mortimer Quincy got to the office, he requested a team transfer from his manager. He asked to move to Team Two, which was famously known as the "monk group" because it didn’t have a single female member.

You’d have to be tired of living to transfer to Team Two.

The manager, who admired him, asked with concern, "What’s wrong? Are you having conflicts with your colleagues?"

Mortimer Quincy replied nonchalantly, "Things are strict at home."

The manager: "..."

’I thought he was only twenty this year.’

He fiddled with his watch awkwardly. "Go ahead and fill out the transfer application. I’ll sign it for you."

Mortimer Quincy filled out the transfer application in the morning and moved his things to Team Two in the afternoon.

Rumors swirled around the office, but Mortimer Quincy paid them no mind. He was well aware that his workload would increase, but he didn’t say anything about it.

He was a newcomer, so it was actually best to do more. Only by doing more could he learn.

With the college entrance exams approaching, Holly Winslow focused even more on Irene Yardley’s tutoring, often not getting home until midnight. Except for Sundays, Mortimer Quincy would always have a hot meal waiting for her at that time.

After eating, they would read together for an hour. If they didn’t have class the next day, they would sleep in until nine; if they did, they’d get up at seven.

Their schedules were so packed they didn’t even have time to go shopping for clothes.

After failing to get ahold of her several times, Anna Willow "complained" in the group chat one day: Holly, are you busy getting pregnant?

Holly Winslow had just taken a sip of water when she saw the message and sprayed it all over her computer, frantically grabbing a tissue to wipe it clean.

Beside her, Mortimer Quincy, who was in his pajamas, glanced at the computer and raised an eyebrow. Then, he reached out his long, slender fingers and typed a few keys.

Before Holly Winslow could react, he had sent an "Mm-hmm" under her name.

She: "..."

Her eyes went wide as she stared at Mortimer Quincy.

Anna Willow in the group chat: !!!

Iris Kensington: !!!!

Holly, did your account get hacked?

Anna Willow: Holly’s account isn’t worth hacking.

Holly Winslow: "..."

Iris Kensington: So, Holly, are you really busy getting pregnant?

Holly Winslow couldn’t take it anymore. She turned and playfully grabbed the man’s neck, clinging to him like an octopus. "Quincy the Puppy, I’ll fight you to the death!"

Seeing his girl "throwing herself into his arms," Mortimer Quincy was more than happy to oblige. He opened his arms, pulled her into his embrace, and said with a smile, "Calm down, calm down. I can explain."

Holly Winslow pinched his cheek. "Then explain. Right now, this instant, immediately."

Mortimer Quincy couldn’t help but chuckle, then typed a line on the keyboard: This is Mortimer Quincy. I’m the one who sent that just now.

Anna Willow: !!!

Iris Kensington: !!!

Anna Willow: Say no more. Holly really is busy making a baby. Ellie, have you saved up for the godmother gift yet?

Iris Kensington: I’ll go borrow some from Chris Chaucer. It should be enough to buy my goddaughter a little dress.

Holly Winslow: "..."

Her face flushed red. Flustered and exasperated, she tugged on Mortimer Quincy’s ear. He quickly laughed and admitted his mistake, "Honey, I was wrong."

He paused, glanced at Holly Winslow’s stomach, and added, "They’ve already got the godmother gifts ready. Shouldn’t our daughter be on her way out soon?"