Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 50: She’s Not My Girlfriend, I Have No Patience

Chapter 50: Chapter 50: She’s Not My Girlfriend, I Have No Patience

"Forget a top student, I’d much rather have a handsome cousin who’s rich, good-looking, and gets great grades. As his little cousin, I could just coast through life without a care in the world," Anna Willow said, her eyes gleaming.

Holly Winslow covered her eyes, staking her claim. "Heh heh, don’t even think about it. That handsome cousin is mine."

Anna Willow pried her hands away and shot Iris Kensington a look. The next second, they both started tickling her. Holly Winslow stumbled around, laughing and surrendering. "I was wrong! I shouldn’t have flaunted him!"

...

With ten minutes left before their afternoon nap, Holly Winslow took her phone to the restroom to call Mortimer Quincy and show off her score of 643.

It rang for a long time, but no one picked up.

She tried a second time. This time, the call connected after just a few rings. "Hello? Mortimer Quincy is busy right now and can’t take your call."

It was a girl’s voice.

Holly Winslow’s fingers tightened around her phone. "Put Mortimer Quincy on the phone. Tell him Holly Winslow is calling."

"He’s busy with something."

The girl’s voice was pleasant, but to Holly Winslow, it was completely grating.

"Please give the phone to Mortimer Quincy. I don’t care if he’s busy, just give it to him," Holly Winslow said, her anger rising.

Just then, Mortimer Quincy’s ice-cold voice came through the line. "Who said you could touch my phone?"

Then, his voice came through more clearly. "Holly."

Holly Winslow pouted. "Mortimer Quincy, I need an explanation."

"Okay, just a second."

Mortimer Quincy shot a frigid glare at the girl in front of him before taking his phone and walking to a quieter spot. "Holly?"

Holly Winslow hummed a quiet "mhm" in response.

"My group is redoing a chemistry experiment because someone lost our last report. Zeke Zane and the others are here too. I had just gone back to the classroom to get a pen, leaving my jacket in the lab."

Mortimer Quincy patiently explained things to his girl. If he didn’t make things crystal clear, he’d probably... ahem... be forced to sleep in a separate bed.

Not that they weren’t already sleeping in separate beds, of course.

Holly Winslow huffed twice, then said with a grin, "I got a 643. Babe, am I amazing or what?"

A score of 643 really wasn’t bad at all.

Mortimer Quincy’s voice was low, tinged with affection. "My girl is so amazing..."

"Mortimer Quincy, come take a look. I think something went wrong again," the girl’s voice interrupted.

Not wanting to hold him up, Holly Winslow said, "You should get back to your experiment. I’m going to take my nap now." Then she hung up.

...

The experiment failed again. Mortimer Quincy’s brow furrowed in irritation; he wasn’t known for his patience. "Who told you to add the reagent now?"

The girl who had answered his phone earlier spoke in a small voice. "I saw in the book that we were supposed to add it, so I did. I’m sorry for holding everyone back." Her tone was aggrieved, as if she were about to cry.

"Do you even know what you’re doing? Why are you adding things if you don’t?" Mortimer Quincy demanded.

He had been against her joining their group in the first place, but Zeke Zane and the others had let her in just because she was pretty.

The girl had a delicate, palm-sized face, exceptionally fair skin, and small, exquisite features. She was undeniably beautiful. With her eyes rimmed in red, she was a pitiable sight.

On the verge of tears, she said, "Mortimer Quincy, I didn’t do it on purpose. I’m sorry."

Zeke Zane tugged on Mortimer Quincy’s arm, signaling him to ease up. Then he took the blame himself. "I told her to add the reagent. It’s my fault. Mortimer, let’s just do it one more time."

"I don’t have time to play games with you all. I have to go appease my girlfriend," Mortimer Quincy said, shooting him a look before grabbing his jacket and walking out.

Zeke Zane: "..."

Everyone else in the lab exchanged glances. Truth be told, Mortimer Quincy wasn’t the only one who was getting annoyed; the other guys were, too. The experiment was complex, and they had been on the verge of a breakthrough when it failed yet again.

Besides, she was the one who had lost the original report in the first place by lending it out to various people.

Mortimer Quincy tried calling Holly Winslow a few times, but she didn’t answer. Her phone must have been on silent.

Gabe Chaucer came into the classroom to check on the students during their afternoon nap and noticed two girls were missing. Worried something might have happened, he sent someone to find them. When they were brought back, one of the girls’ eyes were swollen from crying.

After inquiring about the situation, he called Mortimer Quincy out into the hall and said diplomatically, "Mortimer, I hear you had a conflict with a female classmate. People are bound to make mistakes. Try to be a little more tolerant."

Mortimer Quincy tugged at the collar of his sweater. "She’s not my girlfriend. I don’t have the patience."

Gabe Chaucer: "..."

He then broke into a series of sharp coughs.

He felt like he couldn’t quite keep up with the way young people thought these days.

"You can go back in."

Zeke Zane looked at him with concern. "Mortimer, are you all right?"

Mortimer hadn’t even said anything that harsh to the girl, but now it looked as if he had bullied her.

He felt a pang of guilt. "I’m sorry. We won’t let her in our group next time."

...

Holly Winslow didn’t see Mortimer Quincy’s missed calls until after dinner. She called him back. "My phone was on silent, so I didn’t hear it," she said as soon as he picked up. "What’s up?"

"Darling, I got scolded by the teacher," Mortimer Quincy said, his voice laced with grievance.

In reality, though, he was smiling as he said it.

"Huh? Why?" Holly Winslow glanced at the classmates around her and lowered her voice. "Is it because we’re dating?"

After he explained what happened, Holly Winslow was speechless. "..."

Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow. "So, darling, I behaved pretty well, right?"

"It was barely acceptable," Holly Winslow said with a laugh, huffing twice.

"I want two kisses for that," Mortimer Quincy said, seizing the chance to ask for a reward.

Sitting next to him, Zeke Zane watched as Mortimer worked on a test paper while spouting such sweet nothings. "..."

How did the guy manage to balance his studies and his love life without missing a beat?

When Mortimer Quincy hung up, he couldn’t help but comment, "Mortimer, I’m still here, you know. Isn’t saying all that... a little much?"

Mortimer Quincy shot him a look. "You’ll get used to it."

Zeke Zane: "..."

He was the most audacious guy Zeke had ever seen when it came to high school dating.

...

Second period on Tuesday was Language Arts.

They were going over the essay portion of the test.

The Language Arts teacher, Andrew Webb, pushed up his glasses. "This essay’s topic was ’A Letter to My Future Self in Ten Years.’ What will you be like then? I’ve had a look through your work, and several students wrote exceptionally well. Now, I’d like to ask Holly Winslow to come up and share her essay with the class."

"I personally found your essay to be very moving."

Holly Winslow was stunned for a moment to be called on. She took her test paper up to the front. Looking out at the dozens of students, she felt as if she had returned to her old life of teaching.

"’What will I be like in ten years? I once had a dream. In that dream, during the years I should have been striving my hardest, I chose an easy, aimless existence instead.’"

"’In the dream, I failed my college entrance exams and ended up at a third-rate university. After graduation, I faced constant rejection while job hunting... But the me of ten years from now will not have wasted her prime, nor her youth.’"

Andrew Webb led the applause, and the other students followed suit. "We still have ten minutes left," Andrew Webb said. "I’m not going to lecture any further. Instead, let’s just have a little heart-to-heart."

"Holly Winslow’s dream is very realistic. I had a classmate in high school who didn’t get into college. Now he’s doing manual labor at a construction site."

He chuckled. "We had dinner together a few days ago, and he told me, ’If only I’d known then what I know now, I would have studied much harder in high school.’"

"Class, studying hard isn’t necessarily about becoming wealthy. It’s about giving yourself more choices later in life, so you’re not just a passive participant. Don’t let a diploma, or lack thereof, become a barrier that holds back your true abilities."

Author’s Note: Thank you to Mumu Rufeng Jiangua, Huanyu Qianxi, and UnfortuneteSoul for your tips!