Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 113: Mm, My Girlfriend Bought the Ice Cream

Chapter 113: Chapter 113: Mm, My Girlfriend Bought the Ice Cream

It took three or four tries before Paul Powell finally managed to fold a decent-looking paper heart.

When he returned to his seat, Holly Winslow squinted at Mortimer Quincy. The mention of ninety-nine paper hearts reminded her of something.

"Mortimer Quincy, we need to settle a score. Those ninety-nine paper hearts I folded for you? You threw them in the trash."

Mortimer Quincy: "..."

"I’m going to get some water."

Holly Winslow huffed. ’It’s better not to think about the past. The moment I do, I remember Scholar Quincy’s unforgivable crimes.’ 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

...

「That evening, in men’s dorm room 206.」

After washing his hair, Pantheon saw Mortimer Quincy sitting on the edge of his bed with headphones on, folding something out of a hundred-yuan bill. A closer look revealed he was making a paper heart. There were already seven or eight of them in a gift box, each one perfectly formed, just like the ones Holly Winslow made.

Pantheon: "..."

’What a fucking show-off, flaunting his money and his skills.’

He looked over at Paul Powell, who was playing a game. "Rook, I know why you can’t manage to win over Luna Lynch."

"Why’s that?" Paul Powell asked without thinking.

Pantheon said, "Because you’re poor, stupid, and ugly. You hit the trifecta."

Paul Powell: "..."

"Forrest, are you fucking asking for a beating?! I might be ugly, but at least I get love letters. What about you? You’ve got none, right!"

Feeling personally attacked, Pantheon shot back, "But Luna Lynch doesn’t like you."

He could never win an argument against Mortimer Quincy, but he had no problem taking down Paul Powell.

Enraged, Paul Powell tossed his phone aside and ran over. "I’m gonna kill you today!"

As the two of them started roughhousing, Holly Winslow’s laughter came through Mortimer Quincy’s headphones. "Your dorm room is so lively."

Mortimer Quincy glanced at the two wrestling on the floor and replied, "The brawling of two lonely singles is always lively."

Pantheon and Paul Powell: "..."

They hesitated, debating whether or not to attack him.

In the end, they chickened out.

The two went back to their roughhousing.

A few minutes later, they finally settled down.

Paul Powell clung to the ladder of Mortimer Quincy’s bunk bed, trying to butter him up. "Mortimer Quincy, you have a girlfriend. You must know what girls like, right?"

Mortimer Quincy gave him a lazy glance, his hands never pausing from folding the paper heart. "I don’t know. I only know what *my* girlfriend likes."

Paul Powell: "..."

The question slipped out before he could think. "So, what does your girlfriend like?"

"What does what my girlfriend likes have to do with you?" Mortimer Quincy lifted his gaze and stared at him coolly.

Paul Powell: "..."

Pantheon was laughing so hard he was bent over, happy to stir the pot. "Rook, are you trying to steal Mortimer’s girl? Bold move."

Paul Powell got him in a headlock. "I’m gonna kill you today! C’mon guys, everyone who helps gets a pack of spicy strips!"

"I’m in, I’m in!" Chase Hawkins jumped in to help, tempted by the pack of spicy strips.

The others joined in too.

The dorm room instantly erupted into chaos.

But all roughhousing aside, after the lights went out, seven people in their eight-person group chat were busy discussing a plan.

Pantheon: Let’s buy chocolate. All girls like it. I know my cousin loves it.

Zeke Zane: That’s too expensive. One box would blow a whole week’s allowance.

Paul Powell: I’ve only got fifty yuan. It’s not enough.

Pantheon: I’ll chip in ten.

Zeke Zane: Ten from me.

The others also offered to chip in ten yuan each.

Mortimer Quincy, who had been silent until now: Take one from my cabinet. Any but the pink box.

Paul Powell: Boss!! You’re the best! I’ll be your loyal servant forever!

Mortimer Quincy didn’t reply. ’How annoying.’

May 20th happened to be a Wednesday, and the afternoon self-study session was canceled.

Holly Winslow was using the free time to finish the test paper she hadn’t completed at noon when a box suddenly landed on her lap. She looked up, still a bit dazed. "What’s this?"

"Open it," Mortimer Quincy said, arching an eyebrow.

When Holly Winslow opened it, she found a pile of hearts folded from hundred-yuan bills. "You made these?" she asked, astonished.

Mortimer Quincy nodded. He leaned in close, his voice low and magnetic. "Darling, I love you."

The confession was so sudden that Holly Winslow froze for a second before her entire body seemed to melt.

A Scholar Quincy like this was impossible to resist.

She glanced around the classroom. Seeing that there weren’t many people around, she quickly pecked him on the cheek. "I love you too."

Having received his "reward," Mortimer Quincy’s lips curled into a smile. "Keep working on your test. When you’re done, I’ll take you out for a ’candlelight dinner’."

"Okay." Holly Winslow’s eyes crinkled into a smile.

The "candlelight dinner" turned out to be the school cafeteria’s steamed pork ribs and braised pork with potatoes.

That night, the two of them went for a walk on the path next to the sports field, near the restrooms. The path wasn’t lit at night, making it the second-best dating spot on campus after the small grove of trees.

The school administration probably hadn’t realized that the students’ rendezvous point had migrated; no teachers patrolled this path.

Holly Winslow held Mortimer Quincy’s hand, playfully scratching his palm every so often. Mortimer Quincy arched an eyebrow. "You really think I won’t do anything to you just because there are other people around?"

"Hehe." Holly Winslow giggled smugly in the darkness, confident that he wouldn’t dare.

Just then, a clamor rose from the crowd behind them. They could faintly hear shouts of, "The dean of students is here! The dean’s here! Run!"

Holly Winslow jumped in fright and quickly pulled her hand back. "Honey, let’s meet at the stairwell!" With that, she took off running.

Mortimer Quincy could no longer see her. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but his frustration melted into an affectionate sigh. "Silly girl."

He didn’t see her at the stairwell. He instinctively reached for his phone, only to remember that Holly Winslow had left hers in her dorm room.

He waited patiently at the entrance to the stairwell. Three or four minutes later, Holly Winslow came running back with an ice cream bar, panting, "The snack shop was so crowded."

Mortimer Quincy gently rapped her on the head. "You shouldn’t have run off without saying anything," he said sternly.

"Hehe," Holly Winslow giggled. "I knew you’d wait for me." She handed the ice cream bar to him. "Honey, I bought this for you."

Seeing how her eyes were glued to the ice cream bar, a flicker of amusement crossed Mortimer Quincy’s face. ’I doubt she really bought this for me.’

He took it from her. "You’re the best, darling."

Seeing that he wasn’t unwrapping it, Holly Winslow pointed at the ice cream bar. "You should eat it. It’s going to melt."

’I just want a little bite,’ she thought.

"It won’t. I’ll eat it when I get back to my room. Let me walk you back to your dorm first." Mortimer Quincy pretended not to notice her longing look.

When they reached the entrance to her dorm, Holly Winslow pouted. "I’m heading up, then."

Mortimer Quincy arched an eyebrow and suddenly called out, "Holly."

He tore open the wrapper and held the ice cream bar out to her. "On second thought, I don’t think I can finish it all. Why don’t you help me and have a little bite?"

Holly Winslow’s eyes lit up. "Okay!"

With Mortimer Quincy watching her, she took a tiny bite. After all, she knew her immune system wasn’t the best.

As soon as the long-awaited taste of ice cream hit her tongue, her face broke into a radiant smile.

"Good night, honey!"

Watching her cheerful figure retreat, Mortimer Quincy let out a low chuckle. ’That ice cream bar has more charm than I do.’

「Men’s Dorm Room 206」

Seeing Mortimer Quincy eating an ice cream bar—a truly unprecedented sight—Pantheon let out a "Yo!" and teased, "That must be a special ice cream bar."

"Mhm, my girlfriend bought it for me."

After arching an eyebrow, Mortimer Quincy glanced over at Paul Powell, who was huddled under his covers. ’Looks like he got rejected again.’

Pantheon: "..."

’Whatever. I’ve already had my fill of their public displays of affection for one day. A little more won’t kill me.’

He sidled up to Mortimer Quincy and let out a malicious laugh. "Rook got rejected again. Luna Lynch told him to focus on his studies, hahaha."

Paul Powell poked his head out from under the covers. "You’re single too, Pantheon!"

Pantheon: "..."

’Screw you.’