Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 47: A Well-Known Puppy Love

Maybe it was the cold, but she was hunched over so much her neck disappeared. Mortimer Quincy wrapped an arm around her and chuckled, "Honey, you look like an ostrich right now."

"You’re the one who looks like an ostrich!" Holly Winslow shot him a glare.

Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow, and the next second, he hunched over just like Holly. "Perfect. We’re a match made in heaven."

Holly couldn’t help but laugh. She grabbed his arm and said sweetly, "Honey, I’m falling more and more in love with you."

The village’s small shop wasn’t far, just a few minutes’ walk. Holly stood at the entrance, pointing at the vinegar on the counter. "Aunt Langdon, I’ll take a bottle of vinegar. The twelve-yuan one."

"I’ll get it for you right now." Aunt Langdon glanced at Mortimer Quincy. "Holly, is this a relative of yours?"

’A husband counts as a relative, I guess.’

Holly Winslow nodded. She saw the spicy skewers simmering in an iron pot on the stove. "Aunt Langdon, I’ll also have two spicy skewers."

Aunt Langdon smiled and handed her the vinegar. "Grab them yourself. The chili is a bit spicy, so don’t put too much on."

"Holly, how are your grades lately?"

"They’re okay. Aunt Langdon, how much is it?" Holly grabbed two lotus root skewers.

"Thirteen yuan," Aunt Langdon said.

Holly was about to pay, but Mortimer Quincy had already handed over the money. She didn’t stand on ceremony and offered him one of the skewers.

Mortimer Quincy took the bottle of vinegar from her. "You eat."

Holly held it to his lips, her chin held high. "Come on, have a piece. Aunt Langdon’s spicy skewers are really clean. I used to eat them all the time when I was little."

After he took a bite, she beamed. "It’s delicious, right?"

"It’s delicious because you fed it to me." Mortimer Quincy gazed at her red lips, his heart itching.

’I want to kiss her.’

Holly Winslow: "..."

...

Under Wyatt Winslow’s watchful gaze, Holly carried the vinegar into the kitchen.

Holly’s grandmother, Joan Sawyer, was helping the hired housekeeper. Wyatt had hired help because he was worried his elderly parents would have trouble getting around.

Joan Sawyer waved Holly over and whispered, "Holly, are you dating Grandma Quincy’s grandson? Your Grandma Quincy just told me."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’She had been so careful to hide their relationship, and now the whole family knew.’

’All thanks to that guy, Mortimer.’

She nodded.

Joan Sawyer gave a loving smile and whispered, "I think that boy, Moira, is a good kid. Don’t be scared, I won’t tell your dad. He’s such an old fossil. Bring him over to visit whenever you have time."

Holly said meekly, "Grandma, Dad knows."

Joan Sawyer: "..."

"Did your dad hit you?"

"No, Dad approved," Holly said, shaking her head.

Joan Sawyer knew her son best. He had always been a stickler for the rules. For him to approve of his child dating so young was unbelievable.

She patted Holly’s head. "Holly, try not to argue with your dad. His bark is worse than his bite."

...

When she went back out, the elders had gathered Mortimer Quincy and were chatting with him. Just then, one of the elders asked, "Moira, what did you get on your midterms?"

Holly saw Wyatt Winslow standing nearby, listening with a stern expression, and she had to suppress a laugh. ’He’s probably been dying to ask these questions himself,’ she thought.

"744." Mortimer Quincy saw Holly and tilted his chin, motioning for her to come sit with him.

Holly had no intention of going over. Getting close to a score of 744 was just asking for misery.

"That’s so high! Carl, your grandson is incredible," the same elder said.

"He is pretty good. His grades have been excellent since he was little," Carl Quincy said, helping his grandson make a good impression on the Winslow family.

Walter Winslow knew that Holly and Mortimer were dating, and he was now smiling so wide his eyes were mere slits. He was very satisfied with this grandson-in-law.

"Moira is a good kid."

Wyatt Winslow was suddenly reminded of the parent-teacher conference. Mr. Carlton had mentioned the top student at Jarton High. ’Could that be Mortimer Quincy?’ he wondered.

’Not bad, I suppose.’

Just then, Shane Lester arrived with Grandma Lester. Shane called out to her, "Holly."

"Brother Lester, Grandma Lester, have a seat here." Holly quickly brought two stools over for them.

"I haven’t seen you in a while, Holly. You get more and more beautiful every time," Grandma Lester said lovingly, pulling Holly close to chat after she sat down.

Holly smiled sweetly. "Thank you for the compliment, Grandma Lester."

Wyatt Winslow came over to greet them. "Aunt Lester."

"Dex," Grandma Lester called him warmly by his nickname.

Shane Lester said politely, "Uncle Winslow."

Having watched the boy grow up, Wyatt Winslow had a very good impression of him. He clapped him on the back. "Young Shaw, how are your studies lately?"

"They’re okay, Uncle Winslow," Shane Lester said shyly.

"Good. Holly, why don’t you take Brother Lester upstairs to watch TV," Wyatt Winslow said.

Holly nodded, then glanced at Mortimer Quincy and gave an awkward cough. "Mortimer, do you want to come up and watch TV too?"

Wyatt Winslow: "..."

Walter Winslow chuckled. "Moira, you go on up with Holly. There are sunflower seeds and fruit on the table, help yourselves. Young Shaw, you make yourself at home too, you hear?"

Watching his daughter and her boyfriend go upstairs, Wyatt Winslow rubbed his temples.

「Second Floor, Living Room」

Holly handed the remote to Shane Lester. "Brother Lester, you pick a channel."

’There it was again, "Brother Lester."’ Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow.

Shane Lester took it shyly, glanced at Holly, then quickly looked away. "Holly, didn’t you used to like watching channel 36? Let’s watch that."

Just as Holly was about to reply, an arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her down to sit. A boy’s possessive voice said, "Hello, I’m Holly’s boyfriend, Mortimer Quincy."

The introduction was so abrupt, even Holly was taken aback.

Holly Winslow: "..."

Shane Lester froze for a moment. When he processed it, the smile vanished from his face. The budding flame of a boy’s secret crush was extinguished.

He went downstairs.

"What are you doing?" Holly smacked Mortimer Quincy’s arm, her cheeks puffed out.

Mortimer Quincy wrapped both arms around her, his voice tinged with jealousy. "You’re not allowed to call anyone else ’Brother,’ you hear me? If there’s a next time, don’t blame me for making a move on my underage girlfriend."

’He felt he really couldn’t let his guard down with his girl. There were always these "social butterflies" fluttering around her.’

"Then what should I call him? I grew up with Sh... him."

Holly leaned in and bit his cheek, something she always did when she was annoyed with him.

Mortimer Quincy let out a soft laugh, then pushed her down onto the sofa and kissed the red lips he’d been longing for. After a minute or two, he finally let her go. "I’ll get jealous no matter what you call him. From now on, your husband will be with you for the rest of your life."

Hearing footsteps, Holly frantically pushed him away and scurried to the very edge of the sofa. She covered her mouth and adopted the posture of someone seriously watching television.

Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow, moved to the opposite end of the sofa, and mimicked Holly’s TV-watching pose.

Lord knows neither of them heard a single word of what was on TV.

When Wyatt Winslow came in, he saw the two of them sitting on opposite sides.

’They’re being sensible, at least.’

He went into his bedroom, then came out again a short while later and went downstairs.

...

That was the third time she had seen her dad go into the bedroom. Holly: "..."

She looked at Mortimer Quincy. "Should we go downstairs?"

Mortimer Quincy nodded. He turned off the TV, and they both went downstairs.

Shane Lester glanced at the two of them, then quickly averted his gaze.

It wasn’t long before dinner was served.

Seeing shrimp on the table, Holly subconsciously picked up her bowl and sat down next to Mortimer Quincy. Of course, Mortimer knew what she was up to. He pushed up his sleeves, getting ready to peel shrimp.

Wyatt Winslow, who had just been about to call her over to sit by him: "..."

’His chest felt tight.’

Under the watchful eyes of all the elders, Mortimer Quincy peeled several shrimp for Holly. Walter Winslow, afraid that Mortimer’s grandparents would think Holly was spoiled, quickly interjected, "Moira, you eat too. Don’t worry about Holly. Holly, peel them yourself. Don’t bother your Brother Quincy."

"Grandpa Winslow, I like peeling shrimp," Mortimer Quincy said without batting an eye, reaching out to grab another one.

Holly struggled to hold back her laughter.