Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 63: I Don’t Want Face, I Want You

The crowd immediately went wild again, thoroughly intrigued by the topic. Pantheon, loving the drama, switched on the microphone and handed it to Mortimer Quincy, adding, "Mortimer, no backing out. We’re all waiting."

Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow, took the microphone, and glanced at Holly Winslow. His low, raspy voice was impossibly magnetic as he said, "Soft and sweet."

"Hahaha, I bet some parts are even sweeter, right?" a guy in a black shirt hooted.

Holly Winslow actually understood his innuendo in an instant. "..."

’Turns out even scholars have dirty minds.’

Mortimer Quincy put down the microphone without answering, but he thought, ’It’s not just sweeter, it’s fatally sweet.’

After seven or eight more rounds, it was Holly Winslow’s turn again. This time, the girl next to Valerie Walsh posed the question. "Cousin, what kind of guy do you like?"

Pantheon shot Holly Winslow a suggestive look and joked, "Is he like your cousin, by any chance?"

"Definitely not like you," another guy said, laughing as he gave Pantheon a playful punch.

Just as Holly Winslow was about to answer, Mortimer Quincy, who was beside her, quietly wrapped an arm around her waist, signaling for her to praise him properly.

She blinked. "He’s a little grumpy, and he loves to pout."

"Ooh! So he likes to pout!"

Pantheon nudged Mortimer Quincy with his shoulder. "Mortimer, you hear that? Your cousin’s crush loves to pout, hahaha..."

’So Mortimer has a hobby like that. I’d really love to see him pouting.’

"What do you know?"

Mortimer Quincy shot him a disdainful look, spat out three words, and then added, "It’s called romantic flair."

Everyone froze when they heard him talk about ’romantic flair’, then they erupted in even louder laughter.

Mortimer Quincy had always been so cool and aloof. Everyone thought he was a goody-two-shoes, so they never expected him to say something like that.

Holly Winslow: "..."

’Shameless.’

After playing for a while longer, Holly Winslow needed to use the restroom. She tugged on the corner of Mortimer Quincy’s shirt. Mortimer bent down, lowering his head. "What’s wrong?"

"I’m going to the restroom." Holly Winslow took some tissues out of his pocket and put them in her own.

"I’ll take you."

Mortimer Quincy led her to the restroom. The KTV’s restroom was unisex. Just as Holly Winslow pushed the door open, Mortimer followed her in.

The next second, the lock clicked shut.

Staring at the guy silhouetted against the light, Holly Winslow was speechless. "..."

"What are you doing?"

Mortimer Quincy’s lips curled. He pinned her against the door, his low, raspy voice laced with dissatisfaction. "Sweetheart, how exactly am I grumpy?"

His other hand squeezed her waist as he added, "If you don’t explain yourself, sweetheart, I’m going to cash in that triple reward from before."

’Even though we’re like an old married couple, doing this in a restroom... ahem, it wouldn’t be the first time.’ 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

’But that was always at home.’

Holly Winslow’s face was bright red as she whispered, "Hurry up and get out. It’ll be bad if someone sees us."

Just then, a knock came from the door. Holly Winslow’s entire body went rigid. The next second, her vision was obscured as a warm sensation landed on her lips.

The boy’s eyelashes were long, brushing against her upper eyelid. A thrill shot through Holly Winslow.

’She was completely defenseless against this swoon-worthy, seductive side of Scholar Quincy.’

’She had absolutely no resistance.’

"Val, it’s occupied. Let’s come back later," a voice said from outside.

Valerie Walsh’s sweet, soft voice replied, "Let’s wait a bit."

A long while later, they heard the sound of someone washing their hands outside, and then it fell silent.

Mortimer Quincy reached out and straightened Holly Winslow’s clothes, saying with satisfaction, "Alright, sweetheart, you can use the restroom now. I’ll be waiting for you outside."

...

When Pantheon saw Mortimer Quincy and Holly Winslow return, he grinned mischievously. "You two were in the restroom for quite a while, eh?"

Mortimer Quincy placed the things he’d bought on the table. "Went out to buy some stuff. You guys can split it." He then took out a can of Coke, opened it, and handed it to Holly Winslow.

’Her face was still so red. It was going to be the death of him.’

His throat bobbed. "Drink up," he added.

Around five-thirty, the group left the KTV. It was even colder now than it had been during the day. Holly Winslow shivered, pulling her neck deeper into her collar.

Mortimer Quincy looked down at her and raised an eyebrow. "Sweetheart, do you require my personal hugging service?"

Holly Winslow: "..."

Mortimer Quincy unbuttoned his long, padded coat and pulled her into it, wrapping her up so snugly that only her eyes and forehead were visible.

He whispered, "No ’fee’ this time. Hubby was very satisfied with your service in the restroom."

"A five-star review."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’Don’t be surprised. Scholar Quincy has always been this shameless.’

Pantheon and Zeke Zane couldn’t hear what the two were saying, but that didn’t stop them from being assaulted by their PDA. "..."

Pantheon started tugging at Zeke Zane’s coat. "Bro, wrap me up in there with you. I wanna see if it’s warmer with two people."

Zeke Zane shoved him away in disgust. "Get lost."

Lilian Upton glanced over, her eyes full of envy. "Val, Mortimer is so good to his cousin. It makes me wish I was his cousin, too."

Another girl, Jade Sullivan, whispered, "Val, you still like Mortimer Quincy, don’t you?"

Valerie Walsh nodded, a little shy. "I’ll wait for him."

...

Mortimer Quincy wasn’t the only one who had brought a plus-one. Two other guys had as well. One of the girls was a middle school classmate of Holly Winslow’s.

Nina Roland smiled and greeted her. "Holly, what a coincidence! And this is...?" She patted the seat next to her, indicating for them to sit.

"This is my cousin, Mortimer Quincy."

After sitting down, Holly Winslow took off her scarf and casually handed it to Mortimer Quincy.

Nina Roland’s gaze lingered on Mortimer Quincy’s face for a few extra seconds before she said, "Oh." Then, as if remembering something, she leaned in to whisper gossipily, "Holly, are you and Jude Peterson still a thing? I saw him a few days ago, and he’s gotten even more handsome."

Even though she whispered, a certain someone still heard.

Just then, a waiter placed a plate of green vegetables in front of Mortimer Quincy. They were a vibrant green.

’So glaringly green.’

Now, even the sight of the green vegetables annoyed him. He picked up the plate and moved it in front of Pantheon.

Pantheon: "???"

It took Holly Winslow a moment to even remember who Jude Peterson was. He was a student from the class next to hers in middle school and had very good grades.

’But what did that have to do with her?’

"I don’t know Jude Peterson well. We were never dating."

’Don’t spread rumors, please. My husband is right here, listening like a hawk.’

"Huh? You weren’t? I thought you were. I saw you two meeting up every day back then, and everyone in our class said you were together," Nina Roland said, surprised.

Her survival instincts kicking in, Holly Winslow quickly explained, "We only met up back then because we were rehearsing for a school dance performance. I wasn’t interested in him at all."

...

At seven-thirty, Mortimer Quincy started walking Holly Winslow home. The walk would take a little over ten minutes, so they had plenty of time and walked slowly.

Holly Winslow assumed Mortimer would ask her about Jude Peterson, but when he didn’t, she couldn’t resist asking, "Why aren’t you asking me who Jude Peterson is?"

Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow, a lazy expression on his face. "I’ve already verified my wife’s innocence. What’s there to ask?"

Holly Winslow: "..."

"Can’t you be a little less shameless?"

She jumped up, hooking her arms around Mortimer Quincy’s neck from behind and clambering onto his back. Mortimer naturally moved to support her legs.

He said, "I don’t need shame. I need you."