Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 64: Pink Bubbles Turn into Math Formulas

Chapter 64: Chapter 64: Pink Bubbles Turn into Math Formulas

At the entrance of the Delian Community, Holly Winslow patted Mortimer Quincy’s shoulder, tilting her head with a grin. "Hubby, your mission is complete. You can put me down now."

Mortimer Quincy stopped teasing her. If his future father-in-law saw this, marrying her would become even more difficult. In his last life, he’d only started trying to win over his father-in-law after they were married, but that wouldn’t work this time.

Just then, Andre Quincy and Brooke Jarvis drove up. Seeing the two fooling around at the entrance, they stopped the car. Brooke Jarvis smiled and called out, "Holly, Moira."

Holly Winslow quickly let go of Mortimer Quincy’s hand and said politely, "Aunt Quincy, Uncle Quincy."

"Come over to our place for a bit," Brooke Jarvis said amiably.

Holly Winslow waved her hand and gave a sweet smile. "Aunt Quincy, I need to get home. My dad’s waiting for me."

Hearing this, Brooke Jarvis didn’t insist. She got out of the car, opened the trunk, and pulled out two bags of snacks, handing them to Mortimer Quincy. "I wasn’t sure what you like to eat, so I just bought a variety. Your uncle and I will be home for the next few days, so come over whenever you’re free."

"Mom... Aunt Quincy, thank you. Please don’t buy me things next time, it’s making me feel embarrassed." Holly Winslow touched her nose, her adorable and innocent expression making her instantly likable.

’Mortimer Quincy’s parents were truly good to me. They never demanded that I be or do anything specific. Even when Mortimer and I said we didn’t want to have children right away, his parents told us it was entirely up to us.’

Brooke Jarvis just smiled. "There’s nothing to be embarrassed about."

Mortimer Quincy glanced at his watch. It was five minutes to eight. "Mom, I’m going to walk Holly home now."

They reached her house at 7:59 PM. They had run the whole way, and Holly Winslow was panting. "Mortimer Quincy, you should head back. I’m going in."

Mortimer Quincy handed her the bags. Just as he was about to lean in for a goodnight kiss, the door opened. His eyes met Wyatt Winslow’s, and his heart skipped a beat. "Uncle Winslow, I’ve brought Holly back."

"Mm."

Wyatt Winslow held the door open for Holly Winslow to enter, his gaze sweeping over the bags in her hands. He then said to Mortimer Quincy, "Wait a moment."

He turned and went inside, quickly re-emerging with a bag. "They were on sale at the mall."

Mortimer Quincy knew his future father-in-law had bought it specifically for him. "Thanks, Dad."

The moment the word "Dad" left his lips, the air seemed to freeze.

Seeing Scholar Quincy’s ’it’s-all-over’ expression, Holly Winslow held back a laugh and tried to smooth things over. "Mortimer Quincy, you should get going, it’s late. Dad, is there one for me?" With that, she took Wyatt Winslow’s arm and went inside.

...

During the three-day New Year’s holiday, Peisheng Tutoring was also closed. Holly Winslow slept in, then got up and did two practice tests. Around one in the afternoon, Mortimer Quincy called her and asked if she wanted to go see a movie.

Wyatt Winslow was out on business and wasn’t home at the moment.

She changed her clothes, slung a small bag over her shoulder, and went out for her date.

Mortimer Quincy noticed the small cloth bag she was carrying, which had the word "Scholar" written on it. He couldn’t help but chuckle. "Wifey, instead of pinning your hopes on a bag, you’d be better off pinning them on your hubby."

"Alright then, hubby’s here to quiz you. What are the parametric equations of a circle?"

Holly Winslow was still floating in a pink, love-filled bubble from their date when the parametric equations of a circle came crashing down on her. All the pink bubbles instantly turned into mathematical formulas. "..."

’Suddenly, I don’t want a husband anymore.’

"x = a + rcosθ, y = b + rsinθ."

"The formula for the area of a sector."

"S = nπr²/360, or S = rl/2."

...

Mortimer Quincy didn’t stop his relentless barrage of math questions until they reached the movie theater.

The two of them picked up their tickets, bought popcorn, and found their seats.

The movie was a coming-of-age story, mostly about high school life. Halfway through, Holly Winslow noticed the couple in the next seats had started making out. "..."

’Ahem,’ she thought. ’This live show is more interesting than the movie.’

It was just after three o’clock when the movie ended. Mortimer Quincy glanced at a claw machine full of dolls. "Wanna play?"

"They’re hard to win. It’s a scam." Holly Winslow glanced over and shook her head.

The way she puffed out her cheeks was so adorable, Mortimer Quincy couldn’t resist poking one. He raised an eyebrow. "Trust your hubby. Nothing’s a problem."

He bought twenty tokens. He failed the first few tries, but he was starting to get the hang of it. He raised his eyebrows at Holly Winslow. "Which one do you want?"

Although she didn’t believe he could actually win one, Holly Winslow played along with her hubby, pointing at a gray bear. "That one’s cute."

Mortimer Quincy put in a token and went for it. The claw, which had dropped its prize on previous attempts, held firm this time. The gray bear fell into the chute.

Holly Winslow let out an incredulous "Ah!" "Hubby, you’re amazing!"

Mortimer Quincy basked in her adoring gaze. He bent down, retrieved the doll for her, then wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Come on, hubby will teach you."

The two were completely absorbed in the game, totally unaware that Wyatt Winslow was standing behind them.

Wyatt Winslow frowned at their intimate posture and walked over with a stern expression. "Holly, you’re coming home with me."

His sudden voice made both Holly Winslow and Mortimer Quincy jump, looking exactly like a couple of teenagers caught dating by their parents.

Holly Winslow: "..."

Mortimer Quincy: "..."

He properly retracted his hands. Seeing the foul look on Wyatt Winslow’s face, he had a bad feeling. "Uncle Winslow," he said politely.

Holly Winslow glanced at Mortimer Quincy before following Wyatt Winslow home, clutching a large pile of dolls.

For the next two days, Wyatt Winslow stayed home. Holly Winslow also stayed home, doing homework and studying. Ahem, she didn’t get to see Mortimer Quincy again.

After New Year’s Day, final exams were just around the corner.

Determined to rank first in her grade, Holly Winslow spent her days grinding through math problems. Basically, apart from bathroom breaks, she was glued to her seat studying.

Julian Carlton noticed this. He was pleased, but also worried she was putting too much pressure on herself, so he called her to his office for a chat.

"How are you feeling about your studies lately?"

Holly Winslow nodded. "They’re okay."

In as gentle a tone as possible, Julian Carlton said, "Don’t just bury yourself in books. Go out with your classmates sometimes to relax a little."

’A few years ago, there was a student who had a breakdown from studying too much.’

’We teachers want our students to study hard, but when they do, we worry about the mental pressure.’

He remembered something and took a bag of candy from his drawer, offering it to her. "Teacher Zane gave me these yesterday. Take them."

Holly Winslow accepted it. "Thank you, Mr. Carlton."

Julian Carlton smiled, waving off her thanks. "Didn’t your cousin win another physics competition recently?"

"Yes, he did," Holly Winslow said with a touch of pride.

"Your cousin is really something else. Maintaining grades like that in his senior year... he should be able to get an early admission offer from a university."

Speaking of which, Julian Carlton suddenly remembered something. He smiled and added, "Would you be interested in going to the same school as your cousin? The school announced half a month ago that the student who ranks first in the final exams this term can study at Jarton High next semester as an exchange student."

He had forgotten that Holly Winslow was only ten points away from first place.

’If Holly goes,’ he thought, ’it would be a real feather in my cap as her head teacher. I might even be able to say I taught a student who got into a top-tier university.’

Holly Winslow was taken aback by this. "Mr. Carlton, isn’t that program for seniors?"

"By senior year, it’s all review, so it might be hard to keep up. The schools discussed it and decided to have the student transfer half a semester early to get used to Jarton High’s teaching style."

Julian Carlton, worried he was putting too much pressure on her, added in a half-joking tone, "Don’t stress. I’m just letting you know about the opportunity. I’m not saying you have to get first place. Besides, Jarton Second High isn’t bad either, you know? Mr. Carlton can help you get into a good university from here too."