Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 127: You Still Think I’m Not Green Enough?

Chapter 127: Chapter 127: You Still Think I’m Not Green Enough?

"Taking a walk is good. It’ll let you stretch your bones a bit," Gabe Chaucer advised the two of them. "Eat less ice cream, or you might get an upset stomach." He quickly let them go, feeling a bit gratified. ’They’re good students, and so self-disciplined. They really save me a lot of trouble.’

... 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

The next day during morning self-study, Gabe Chaucer returned with the phones, a dark look on his face. "Some of your phones had alarms set for one or two in the morning. I had to turn off five or six of them in the middle of the night."

"What are you waking up that late for? To go steal a cow?"

"Take them back and turn off the alarms! If you give me a heart attack, you’ll all be held responsible."

The whole class burst into laughter.

The opening ceremony was held in the afternoon.

The new first-year students all had their eyes on the third-year host of the opening ceremony—Scholar Quincy.

In Pantheon’s words, if you’ve never had points deducted by him, you don’t know the meaning of the word "ruthless."

Holly Winslow took the opportunity to doze off for a bit during the ceremony. She was just too sleepy, having skipped her afternoon nap to work on practice papers.

After Mortimer Quincy stepped off the stage, he saw his darling sleeping with her head tilted, her body about to fall over. Just as he was about to reach out and steady her, she tumbled to the ground.

...

The commotion drew the attention of the surrounding students. Gabe Chaucer walked over. "What’s wrong?"

Holly Winslow, her face beet red, said, "I got a cramp."

’Damn it, that’s hilarious.’

Mortimer Quincy helped her up, raising an eyebrow almost imperceptibly. "Another cramp, huh? Come sit with me."

Hearing this, Gabe Chaucer assumed Holly Winslow had a habit of getting cramps and immediately said, "Go on, sit with your cousin."

Seeing Mortimer Quincy and Holly Winslow sharing the same bench, with Mortimer’s hand even wrapped around Holly’s waist, Pantheon’s jaw dropped. ’So badass!’

The opening ceremony lasted a full two hours. As soon as it ended, a flood of students rushed for the restrooms.

On their way back to the classroom after using the restroom, Mortimer Quincy and Holly Winslow noticed two first-year girls frequently glancing their way. They were supposedly whispering, but Mortimer and Holly could still hear them.

"So handsome, he’s so, so handsome."

"Is the girl next to him his girlfriend? She’s so pretty."

Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow. ’They’ve got good taste.’

The two girls continued their "whispering." "She’s not as pretty as you."

"Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not nearly as pretty as her."

"Yes, you are! Oh my god, he’s looking at you, he’s looking at you! Do you think he’s interested in you?"

Holly Winslow turned to look at Mortimer Quincy’s displeased expression. No matter how she looked at it, that was not the face of someone who was interested. ’...’

’The delusions of adolescence are truly blush-worthy. And so common.’

’I used to think the same way—that when Mortimer Quincy looked at me, it meant he was interested.’

Mortimer Quincy stopped in his tracks and looked coldly at the two girls. "What class are you in? Where are your school IDs?"

The two girls froze, then snapped out of it and fumbled for their school IDs before putting them on.

Mortimer Quincy glanced at their IDs. "Five points deducted from each of you."

The two girls had just started high school and had no experience with having points deducted. The moment they heard they were losing points, their faces went deathly pale.

Mortimer Quincy paid them no mind, pulling Holly Winslow away. Once they were a good distance away, Holly tsk-tsked and said, "Ruthless."

’Not only is she not jealous, she’s over here "criticizing" me.’

’Damn it, I’m so pissed.’

Mortimer Quincy said with a sullen face, "Make that ten points deducted."

Holly Winslow couldn’t believe it. "???"

’Is he going to deduct my points?’

"Ten points from *them*. Say one more word, and I’ll make it twenty," Mortimer Quincy said ominously.

Holly Winslow: "..."

’Scholar Quincy, is it really okay for you to be like this?’

Back in the classroom, Mortimer Quincy did his homework with a "don’t mess with me" look on his face.

When Pantheon saw this, he knew right away the little couple had been fighting. He scooted his stool forward a bit. ’Best to be careful.’

He thought for a moment, then quickly turned his head and said, "Cousin, you hang in there, okay? I don’t want to die yet."

Holly Winslow: "..."

"Cousin, a guy from Class Five is looking for you," a boy at the classroom door called out just then.

"Okay."

Holly Winslow guessed it was Shane Lester. Her grandmother had said she’d asked him to bring something over as an 18th birthday present.

She was just about to get up when someone pulled her back. The boy’s voice was heavy with jealousy. "Okay? What’s so ’okay’ about it? You’re not happy until everyone thinks you’re cheating on me?"

Holly Winslow: "..."

In the end, Mortimer Quincy went to get it. He sized up Shane Lester, who was dressed in his school uniform as usual, and said in a mild tone, "Give my girlfriend’s things to me. Thanks for bringing them. How about this, I’ll treat you to a meal tomorrow on her behalf."

’Look at that. Are those even the words of a human being?’

Shane Lester bit his lip and handed the items over. "N-No, that’s okay."

With his love rival having fled in disarray, Mortimer Quincy’s mood improved considerably.

He looked at the things in his hand. There seemed to be another gift, wrapped in soft, pink packaging. One look and he knew it was the handiwork of his "love rival." He let out a soft "Heh."

He turned around and tossed it right into the trash can.

Holly Winslow, completely unaware of this, took the cake her grandmother had sent and shared it with Zeke Zane and the others, leaving the biggest piece for a certain Mr. Quincy.

"Honey, come on, don’t be mad. I was just joking with you. The more ruthless you are to others, the more I like you. I wish I could just throw my whole heart at you."

Mortimer Quincy looked up at her. "Then pounce away. I’m watching."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’I try to sweet-talk him a little and he takes it so seriously.’

"There are too many people... Mphh."

Before she could finish, he pulled her tightly into his arms. His voice was deep and magnetic. "If you won’t pounce, I will."

Pantheon was just about to thank Holly Winslow when he suddenly witnessed this intense scene. He immediately choked on his cake and frantically gulped down a big mouthful of water.

’What the hell are they doing? I’m a living, breathing person right here!’

...

Holly Winslow’s eighteenth birthday fell on a Friday, so she celebrated it at school.

Wyatt Winslow came early in the morning to give her a birthday present and a cake.

The birthday gift was a long, white-and-blue ombré dress.

Holly Winslow ran to the restroom to change into it and show Wyatt. The two of them then sat in the cafeteria, ate cake, and had a simple celebration.

By the afternoon study hall, Holly Winslow still hadn’t received a gift from Mortimer Quincy.

She was starting to feel a bit put out. She stopped working on her practice paper and stared, annoyed, at Scholar Quincy, who was busy with his Olympiad problems.

Mortimer Quincy had already noticed her staring from the corner of his eye. He curved his lips into a slight smile and deliberately played dumb. "What is it, darling?"

"What do you mean, ’what is it’? What could it be!"

Holly Winslow was furious at his act. ’Scholar Quincy must be tired of me.’

’He didn’t even get me a birthday present.’

"Oh, good then." Mortimer Quincy went back to his work, catching a glimpse of the girl’s cute, snarling expression out of the corner of his eye. He almost laughed.

Just then, Gabe Chaucer came to the classroom and called Holly Winslow to his office.

Holly Winslow didn’t return to the classroom until after class was over. When she pushed the door open, she froze.

The classroom was decorated all around with balloons, and on the back wall were the English words "HAPPY BIRTHDAY."

"Cousin, happy eighteenth birthday!"

Pantheon and the others all shouted in unison.

It was the first time Holly Winslow had ever celebrated a birthday with so many people. She quickly bowed in gratitude. "Thank you, everyone."

Mortimer Quincy stood at the front of the crowd. He walked closer, holding a cake, and chuckled. "Happy birthday, you little grump."

Holly Winslow huffed, pouting. "I am not a little grump."

"Alright."

Mortimer Quincy lit the candles, and everyone sang the birthday song together.

Gabe Chaucer watched them kindly from the back door.

When it was time to make a wish, Holly Winslow glanced at the youthful, vibrant faces all around her and clasped her hands together. ’I wish that no one’s youth will have any regrets.’