Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 57: Let Me Introduce My Girlfriend, Holly Winslow

Chapter 57: Chapter 57: Let Me Introduce My Girlfriend, Holly Winslow

Holly Winslow played along, sticking her tongue out. "Careful, or I’ll eat you out of house and home."

"Then I’ll just have to work harder, wifey." Mortimer Quincy’s lips curled on one side as he took her hand and tucked it into his pocket.

The students from Jarton High and Jarton Second High, along with a few teachers, saw the pair of "cousins" cross the street hand in hand.

Pantheon slung an arm around Zeke Zane’s shoulder and tut-tutted a few times. "TSK TSK TSK... those cousins are so close. If I had a cousin as pretty as her, I’d treat her as well as Mortimer Quincy does."

’What an idiot. He’s hopeless.’

Zeke Zane shot him a speechless glare. ’Are you blind? What kind of grown-up cousins do you see walking around holding hands?’

’What cousins are this intimate?’

’Pinching cheeks and hugging all the time.’

"What’s with that look? Zeke Zane, you’re just jealous! Jealousy has made you truly ugly."

Pantheon gave him a look of disgust, then burst out laughing. "Come on, let’s hit the net cafe for a few rounds. I was gonna ask Mortimer Quincy, but he’s with his cousin."

"Ditching your friends for a girl."

Zeke Zane gave him another speechless glare. ’He knows the phrase "ditching your friends for a girl," so why can’t his brain make the leap to them being a couple?’

If Pantheon knew what he was thinking, he would have definitely yelled at him. ’My brain isn’t broken! Why would I ever think "cousins" are actually a couple?!’

...

Holly Winslow looked at the menu, struggling to decide what to eat. She was only this finicky when Mortimer Quincy was around.

She shoved the menu at Mortimer Quincy. "You order."

Mortimer Quincy knew her personality well, so he didn’t say anything. He just pointed at the menu and ordered several things that Holly Winslow usually liked to eat.

After jotting it down, the waitress kindly said, "We have a family meal deal today. Two burgers, two chicken wings, chicken nuggets, and two medium Cokes for only forty-five yuan. It’s much cheaper than ordering à la carte. You two siblings might want to consider it?"

Hearing the word "siblings," Mortimer Quincy glanced at the waitress, his lips thinning in displeasure. "Cancel what I just ordered. We’ll have the couple’s combo."

’A couple’s combo?’

The waitress didn’t catch on at first. When she did, she looked a little embarrassed.

Holly Winslow glanced at the couple’s combo—it was ninety-nine yuan. She shot Mortimer Quincy a glare.

’Spendthrift hubby.’

She smiled sweetly at the waitress. "Miss, he’s my boyfriend. We’ll just have one family meal deal, thank you."

"You’re welcome."

The waitress, still a bit embarrassed, glanced between the two of them a few more times, her gaze lingering on Mortimer Quincy’s face for a moment.

Then she went back to the counter and whispered to another waitress, "They’re a couple. Guess we can forget about it."

"Huh? And he was such a rare hottie, too."

The other waitress glanced over at Mortimer Quincy and Holly Winslow’s table, a little disappointed. "That girl looks so young, but she is very pretty."

At their table, Holly Winslow lowered her head and looked at Mortimer Quincy across from her, issuing a soft warning, "Hubby, if you keep wasting money like that, I’m going to confiscate all of it."

’She’s served herself up on a platter. It’d be a crime not to steal a kiss.’ Mortimer Quincy leaned over, intending to kiss her. "I already gave it all to you. It’s in that bank card from last time. Didn’t you look, wifey?"

Holly Winslow knew her husband’s M.O. all too well. She quickly put up a hand to block him—there were too many people around. Then she blinked. "How much is in there?"

Denied his treat, Mortimer Quincy looked at Holly Winslow resentfully. ’First she won’t let me sleep with her, and now she won’t even let me kiss her.’

"It’s still not enough for your bride price, wifey."

Holly Winslow thought for a moment. ’Just how much was the bride price Mortimer Quincy paid back then?’

She didn’t even know the details. Mortimer Quincy had negotiated it directly with Wyatt Winslow. All she knew was that when she got married, Wyatt Winslow had given her a dowry of five million, plus a house and a small car.

’I can’t figure it out, so I’ll stop trying. I’ll just check Mortimer Quincy’s card when I get home to see how much money is on it.’

An idea struck her, and she giggled mischievously. "If we break up, you’re going to be crying your eyes out, hubby."

The words had barely left her mouth when her head was tapped. The young man’s voice was low, deep, and magnetic. "If I hear the word ’breakup’ from my wifey’s lips again, there are certain things I’ll be doing ahead of schedule."

Holly Winslow backed down.

...

After leaving the burger joint, they still had to wait another twenty minutes for the results to be posted.

Holly Winslow looked around. There was nowhere to sit. ’If I’d known, I wouldn’t have come out so early.’

"Want to go watch Zeke Zane and the others play games?" Mortimer Quincy suggested.

’Play games?’

Holly Winslow nodded excitedly. "It’s been forever since I’ve teamed up for a game!"

Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow and said nonchalantly, "It’s been a while since I’ve had any meat, too."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’Scholar Quincy must be thinking with his little head.’

’I’m ignoring him.’

The net cafe was close by, only a three or four-minute walk. These small net cafes usually weren’t very legitimate and didn’t strictly check IDs.

When the two of them arrived, Pantheon and Zeke Zane had just finished a match. Mortimer Quincy said to them, "Let us play a round. I’ll treat you to an all-nighter this weekend."

If they got new machines now, they’d waste a few minutes and wouldn’t be able to finish a full round.

The moment Pantheon heard this, he jumped to his feet and said fawningly, "Boss Quincy, you take my seat! Want some water? I’ll go buy you some."

Zeke Zane also stood up to let Holly Winslow have his seat, asking with some surprise, "Your cousin plays games, too?"

He didn’t think girls liked coming to net cafes to play games.

Holly Winslow nodded shyly, saying humbly, "I’m a bit of a noob."

Pantheon chuckled and chimed in, "Don’t worry, cousin. He’s a total pro."

Mortimer Quincy watched his wifey pretend to be docile, raised an eyebrow, clicked the mouse, and started matchmaking.

The cousin who had just been so meek and mild was suddenly a beast, nailing every shot with her sniper rifle.

’If this is what she calls being a "noob," I’ll take it.’

Pantheon: "..."

Just then, the cousin blurted out, "Hubby, southwest, three of them! I’ll take point, you cover me, hubby."

Pantheon: "..."

’Did I just hear the word "hubby"? Is that the latest internet slang or something?’

He looked at Zeke Zane. ’Do you know what it means?’

Zeke Zane shot him a glare.

In between shooting enemies, Mortimer Quincy glanced at the excited Holly Winslow beside him. She seemed to have completely forgotten where she was. He couldn’t help but smile. "Okay."

’When she realizes what she said, she’s probably going to want to crawl into a hole.’

Hearing him laugh, Holly Winslow glanced at him, confused. "Hubby, what are you laughing at?"

Pantheon was genuinely curious about what "hubby" meant. Eager to learn, he asked, "Cousin, what does ’hubby’ mean?"

The girl’s pretty eyes widened. She looked at Mortimer Quincy. ’Did I just say "hubby"?’

Mortimer Quincy laughed and nodded, his hand on the mouse shaking a few times.

Holly Winslow: "..."

She started spouting nonsense with a straight face. "’Hubby’ just means teammate. It’s what we all call each other when we play."

"Oh, so that’s what it is." Pantheon, with an ’I get it now’ expression, looked at Mortimer Quincy and blurted out, "Hubby."

Then he looked at Zeke Zane and said, "Hubby."

"This way of calling people is pretty new! Cousin, does that mean you call girls ’wifey’?"

He truly hadn’t made the connection to them being a couple at all. The idea that they were cousins was just too stuck in his head.

Mortimer Quincy’s and Zeke Zane’s faces instantly darkened. "..."

Holly Winslow choked on her own saliva and nodded guiltily.

"So that means cousin is..." The word "wifey" had barely left Pantheon’s mouth before Mortimer Quincy cut him off. "Shut up."

"Let me introduce you. This is my girlfriend, Holly Winslow."

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