Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 120: Still One Step Away From Being a Man

Chapter 120: Chapter 120: Still One Step Away From Being a Man

Robert Nolan was taken aback for a moment. This was the first parent to prioritize safety; most others were primarily concerned with teacher qualifications and fees.

He quickly nodded, offering a guarantee. "Don’t worry, sir. We have cameras in every classroom, and they’re monitored daily. Any issues are dealt with immediately. You’re welcome to tour the classrooms with me."

Wyatt Winslow nodded and followed him on a tour. The small, private tutoring rooms had transparent windows on their doors. Lastly, they visited the security room, from which every classroom was visible. Feeling more at ease, he said, "Alright. I’ll pay the fee."

After leaving the tutoring center, he went to a bicycle shop. The center was over twenty minutes away from Andor, and it was too hot to walk during the summer break.

The factory was expanding, which had thrown his work schedule into disarray. He couldn’t guarantee he’d be able to drive her every day.

He scanned a row of bicycles before turning to the owner. "Do you have any particularly stable models? It’s for my daughter."

The bicycle shop owner smiled and nodded, pointing to a model in the back. "This one is quite stable. The seat is lower and softer than on other bikes. Even if she takes a tumble, she’ll be alright."

He pulled the bicycle out and pressed firmly on the cushion. "Plus, this seat doesn’t heat up, making it perfect for summer rides. Girls can’t stand the heat. This bike also comes with a canopy that’s easy to install if you need one."

Wyatt Winslow pressed the seat a couple of times, then examined the bicycle meticulously. "Do you have it in pink?"

"Yes, it’s in the stockroom. If you want it, I can go get it right now."

"I’ll take it. Please install the canopy."

The shop owner loved customers who were so decisive. He said frankly, "Okay, the bike is two thousand six hundred, but you’re a straight-shooter, and so am I. I’ll sell it to you for twenty-three hundred and even throw in a free bookbag."

As he installed the canopy, the owner struck up a conversation with Wyatt Winslow. "Is your child in middle school or high school?"

"High school."

"Where does she go?"

"Jarton High."

"My kid goes there too! What class is she in?"

Wyatt Winslow wasn’t one for small talk, but he was less resistant when the topic was his daughter. "She’s in the Rocket Class."

"Wow, man, your daughter must have incredible grades! I’ve heard that getting into the Rocket Class is basically a guaranteed ticket to a top-tier university." The owner glanced at him with envy before adding, "I bet you never have to worry about her."

"Mhm, she’s very mature."

The shop owner was genuinely envious. For parents, their children’s academic achievements were the greatest source of pride. He tried to fish for some tips. "So, how does your daughter usually study?"

The two chatted for over twenty minutes. The shop owner took the payment and said with a grin, "If anything goes wrong with the bike, just bring it back here for repairs. No charge."

Wyatt Winslow nodded and pushed the pink bicycle home.

「Friday, after school.」

When Holly Winslow got home, she found a pink bicycle in the living room. It had a little yellow duck on the bell and a pink, umbrella-like canopy.

She ran her hand over the bike, from the handlebars to the rear seat, exclaiming with delight, "Thank you, Dad! You’re the best dad in the whole world!"

Her praise made Wyatt Winslow a little self-conscious. In a measured voice, he said, "Why don’t you take it down for a spin? See how it feels."

Holly Winslow nodded eagerly.

The two of them took the bicycle downstairs to an open lot to practice. Holly Winslow hadn’t ridden a bike in several years, so when she first started, the bike wobbled unsteadily.

Then Wyatt Winslow held onto the back of the seat, and she slowly got the hang of it.

Mortimer Quincy came out to buy a pen and, near the raised flower beds, saw his girl riding around on a pink bicycle. The corners of her mouth were turned up, her eyes curved into crescents, seemingly filled with stars.

He pulled out his phone, snapped a picture, then continued on his way to buy a pen.

’His girl was happy spending time with her dad, so I won’t get in the way.’

The next morning, on their way to Pearson Tutoring, Mortimer Quincy received an early message from Holly Winslow. She said she had something great to show him.

He raised an eyebrow, guessing it was the bicycle.

Sure enough.

At the entrance to Delian Community, the girl, dressed in a white t-shirt and casual capris, sat on the pink bicycle, her feet in white sandals swinging gently. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Moira, hurry up! Look at my new ride!" Holly Winslow shouted to him from a distance, her face beaming.

Her show-offy expression made Mortimer Quincy laugh. He walked closer, sized up the bike, and said, "Nice. It’s really cute. A perfect match for my sweet, lovely girl."

There weren’t many people at the community entrance at this time, so he leaned in and gave her a quick kiss.

"But of course! My dad bought it for me." Holly Winslow patted the rear seat, gesturing for him to get on.

Mortimer Quincy sat down and wrapped his arms around her waist. He was so tall that his head brushed against the pink canopy. He nudged it with his hand before burying his face in Holly Winslow’s shoulder.

He chuckled and said in a low voice, "Babe, I don’t have insurance. Maybe we should go buy a policy first."

"Honey, have faith in my skills. They’re solid." Seeing that he was seated securely, Holly Winslow started pedaling shakily. Soon enough, she was riding smoothly.

Behind her, Mortimer Quincy couldn’t stop chuckling.

In the past two days, Pearson Tutoring held its end-of-term exams for all subjects. After all, they needed to leave the students time to review for their school exams.

...

「Sunday afternoon, at the school gate.」

Paul Powell was on his way to school with his friends when he spotted Mortimer Quincy riding on the back of a pink bicycle. He burst out laughing, quickly snapped a photo, and sent it to their dorm group chat.

Look, Boss Quincy is on a pink bike.

I almost thought I was seeing things.

Pantheon replied instantly: HAHAHA, I’m dying. That pink does not match Mortimer Quincy at all.

Chase Hawkins immediately joined in: My cousin is amazing, being able to carry a 1.8-meter-tall guy.

Zeke Zane commented: The man on the back of the bicycle.

Mortimer Quincy @Chase Hawkins: Don’t get any ideas. Even if she’s amazing, it has nothing to do with you.

Mortimer Quincy: You all wish.

Everyone: "..."

Holly Winslow locked up the bike and turned to see Mortimer Quincy typing. She stood on her tiptoes to see what he was doing.

Daily inspections were a must. Mortimer Quincy instinctively handed her his phone, smiling. "For your inspection, my dear wife."

"Your proactiveness is worthy of praise, hubby."

Holly Winslow shamelessly read his chat history. A minute later, she handed the phone back and teased, "So, hubby, you’re ’the man on the back of the bicycle’ now."

Mortimer Quincy tucked his phone back into his pocket and shook his head. "Not yet."

Holly Winslow’s eyes widened in confusion. Just as she was about to ask what he meant, she heard the boy’s magnetic voice, "I’m still one step away from being a man."

Holly Winslow: "..."

"Do you know what step that is?" Seeing her silence, Mortimer Quincy asked with a suggestive arch of his brow.

Holly Winslow: "..."

She glared at him, then shoved her bookbag into his hands and walked away.

...

As finals approached, the entire class entered a state of intense review. Not a single person slacked off, and it was almost completely silent even during breaks between classes.

It was the complete opposite of the usual student mantra: "Big exams, big fun; small exams, small fun."

In such an atmosphere, Holly Winslow was under a great deal of pressure. It was much harder to hold on to second place than it was to achieve it in the first place.

She knew the gap between herself, Zeke Zane, and Pantheon wasn’t large. If either of them managed to raise their English scores by just ten-odd points, her second-place spot would be up for grabs.