Chapter 281: Chapter 291: Teacher Winslow, Kiss Me

Pleased to have left Mortimer speechless, Holly hung up the phone. She glanced at the time: four o’clock in the afternoon.

She slung her bag over her shoulder and went out to buy groceries, returning a little after five, laden with bags of all sizes.

Wyatt Winslow was already home.

Holly glanced at the large pile of items on the table, and Wyatt glanced at the many bags in Holly’s hands.

Holly set her things down, shaking out her hands, which had gone numb from the plastic handles. "Dad, you went shopping too? How come I didn’t run into you?"

"I bought these around noon." Wyatt stood up and poured her a glass of water.

"Oh," Holly said. She started putting the groceries into the refrigerator. "Dad, I didn’t buy many vegetables. I put the meat in the freezer, but I left some in the fridge section."

"Dad, make sure you eat three meals a day, okay?"

Seeing his daughter putting away the groceries while gently reminding him, Wyatt’s expression softened. He walked over to help. "Okay."

Holly extended her pinky, tilting her head. "Pinky swear."

Wyatt froze for a moment. They hadn’t done a pinky swear in many years. When Holly was four or five, she loved to say, ’Daddy, let’s pinky swear! Once you swear, you can’t take it back.’

After a few seconds, he extended his pinky. Holly couldn’t help but grin as their two little fingers hooked together. "Pinky swear, can’t take it back for a hundred years. Whoever breaks it is a puppy."

Wyatt played along with a hum of agreement.

Perhaps because she was leaving soon, Wyatt sat with her on the sofa after dinner, and they watched television for a long time.

He wasn’t a man of many words, but his affection was always profound.

「The next day at eight in the morning」 Wyatt drove her to the airport. Once they arrived at the entrance, Holly took her luggage from Wyatt’s hands. "Dad, you can head back now."

Wyatt pressed his lips together. "Go on inside."

Holly glanced at him, then suddenly reached out and gave him a hug, smiling. "Dad, I’ll come back when I have time. I don’t have that many classes in my senior year."

"It’s fine, you don’t have to come back. Focus on your own things." Although his words sounded casual, if one listened closely, his voice was a little strained.

Holly felt a sting in her nose, and said, unable to part, "Dad, I’m going in now. Drive safe on your way home. I’ll call you after I land."

"Okay."

Only after watching her go inside did Wyatt turn to leave. He had just gotten back to his car when Holly called. "Dad, there’s money under the sofa cushion. Remember to take it."

Wyatt froze for a moment, then pressed his lips together. "You don’t have to."

’I have my own.’

Holly just chuckled. "You having money is your business. I told you I’d support you when I grew up, hehe."

Wyatt pressed his lips together again. "Holly, I have money."

’I don’t need you to support me. I won’t be a burden to you. Just live your own life well.’

"You having money is your business, and me giving you money is my business," Holly said. "Dad, remember to eat. I have to go through security now. Bye, Dad."

When Wyatt returned home, he found the two thousand yuan Holly had left under the sofa. He ended up taking it to the bank and depositing it into the account he kept for her.

...

Holly called Wyatt as soon as her plane landed, only relaxing after she confirmed he was back home.

A male student from B University who had been on the same flight saw that she had a lot of luggage and proactively came over to help. "Senior Winslow, let me help you with that."

Holly was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and waved her hand. "No, it’s okay, thank you. Someone’s picking me up at the entrance."

The young man helped her with a bag anyway. "I’ll just help you carry it to the entrance. Is Senior Quincy picking you up?"

His tone was a little curious.

Holly: "..."

She nodded. "Yes."

After they had walked a few steps, the young man spoke up again, a bit sheepishly, "Senior Winslow, could I trouble you with something?"

"What is it?" Holly asked, puzzled.

"Could I possibly borrow Senior Quincy’s notes?" The young man was also from the School of Finance. Mortimer Quincy was a legend in the finance department, and everyone admired him.

’Holly thought about Mortimer’s notes, which couldn’t have been more minimalist. She figured they were probably incomprehensible to anyone without a high enough IQ.’

’But saying that out loud would be a bit discouraging.’

She nodded. "Okay, I’ll ask him to lend them to you."

"Thank you, Senior Winslow!" the young man said joyfully.

Mortimer was standing at the entrance and spotted his wife chatting with another guy from a distance.

’About half a meter apart.’

’Way too damn close.’

He opened his mouth to stake his claim. "Honey."

Still some distance away, Holly looked over. Mortimer was wearing a white shirt and navy-blue dress pants; he must have come straight from the office.

But his handsome face had a hint of "green."

"..."

Only when she got closer did she reply, "Hubby."

’What a jealous man.’

Mortimer reached out to take her things. The young man was thrilled to see him. "Hello, Senior Quincy. I’m Aaron Levine from the finance department. I learned so much from the financial theories you published before; they were incredibly practical."

Mortimer just grunted in acknowledgment.

Perhaps from reading too many novels, upon seeing this scene, Holly’s mind immediately conjured up a dramatic, homoerotic romance.

The moment his wife’s eyes started to twinkle, Mortimer knew exactly where her thoughts had drifted. "..."

He politely thanked the young man. "Thanks for helping my wife."

The young man waved his hands. "No trouble at all, no trouble at all. Um, Senior Quincy, could we exchange contact information? I have a lot of questions I don’t understand."

Mortimer didn’t refuse. After they exchanged contact info and the young man left, Mortimer tilted his head slightly to look at Holly. "Honey, your brain needs a system update."

Holly: "..."

She linked her arm through his and said coaxingly, "Hubby, I brought you lots of snacks."

"I don’t want the snacks."

Mortimer refused without a second thought, then added suggestively, "I’d rather eat you."

Holly: "..."

’Eat my ass,’ she thought.

...

The course load for senior year was much lighter, with only six or seven classes a week. Many students started using this extra time to study for certification exams.

Holly had already finished most of her certification exams and was starting to send out her resume online to look for internships.

Zeke Zane had suffered a severe blow—a blow dealt by Scholar Quincy. The results for the September 1st bar exam were out. He hadn’t passed, failing by just a few points.

Mortimer had passed.

That really stung. He, a proud law student, had actually lost to someone from a completely different major.

Fuck!

This was so fucking demoralizing.

When Pantheon heard the news, he mercilessly mocked Zeke Zane. "Zeke, tell me, what good are you? You couldn’t even beat Mortimer, a guy from a different school."

Zeke Zane: "..."

He gave a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "Fuck off."

Pantheon roared with laughter, then proceeded to "mock" him in their high school group chat. Once again, their high school classmates were reminded of what a monster Scholar Quincy was.

One message after another popped up in the group chat: ’I often wish I could just borrow Mortimer’s brain for a bit. How does he manage to cram so much knowledge in there?’

’He’s not called Scholar Quincy for nothing. That’s just how badass he is. It would be weird if he weren’t this ridiculously amazing.’

’I feel like God didn’t just open a door and windows for Mortimer; He drilled countless mouse holes for him too.’

Holly was scrolling through the group chat and nearly died laughing. She showed her phone to Mortimer, who was busy with work beside her. "Hubby, how many mouse holes do you have? Let me crawl into one."

Mortimer stared at the phone for a good ten seconds before turning to her. A smirk played on his lips as he gazed at her. "Go ahead." As he spoke, he pointed a finger to his own lips.

It was quite the seductive gesture.

Holly was completely caught off guard by his flirtatiousness. She couldn’t help but let out a couple of coughs, then chided him, "Shameless."

Mortimer cupped her face and gave her a hard kiss. "Shameless is as shameless does. As long as I have my wife, I’m good."

Holly: "..."

’This guy’s sweet talk has been the same for over ten years. Where’s the seven-year itch? The ten-year itch?’

"Quincy the Puppy, we’ve been married for over a decade. Don’t you ever get tired of it?"

Mortimer raised an eyebrow and said suggestively, "If my wife is tired of it, we can try some cosplay."

"You be the teacher, and I’ll be the student."

He lifted his chin, his voice devastatingly charming. "Teacher Winslow, kiss me."