Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 90: Money Confiscated, You Don’t Get to Look

Chapter 90: Chapter 90: Money Confiscated, You Don’t Get to Look

March passed, and the April weather gradually grew warmer. The students were already wearing short-sleeved shirts.

Midday, during the lunch break.

The sunlight shone directly through the window on Holly Winslow’s side. She was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt with a smiley face on it, fanning herself with a scratchpad in one hand while holding a pen in the other, pondering a math problem.

Just then, a large hand took the scratchpad from her and began to gently fan her with it.

The boy’s voice, deliberately lowered, asked, "Which one are you stuck on?"

Holly Winslow turned her head. Mortimer Quincy was resting on his desk, fanning her. His bangs fell over his brow, giving him a lazy, alluring look.

She huffed, then pulled out an English test paper and covered his face with it. "Don’t you try to seduce me."

"I’ve done this problem before. I should be able to figure it out if I just think for a bit."

Mortimer Quincy pulled the paper away, feigning disappointment as he lifted his eyelids slightly. He resumed fanning her with the scratchpad and said seductively, "Your husband is ready, body and soul."

As he spoke, he shifted his body, resting between their two desks. "You really won’t consider showing your husband a little favor?"

’He’s being way too seductive.’

Holly Winslow couldn’t stand him acting like this. She couldn’t help but poke the tip of his nose, muttering, "Mortimer Quincy, you’re such a flirt these days."

Labeled a flirt, Mortimer Quincy gave a slow wink. "The mission’s not over. I must keep trying."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’I’d forgotten. This rascal Mortimer Quincy has no shame.’

A few minutes later, Holly Winslow put down her pen and rested on her desk just like Mortimer Quincy. The two of them just stared at each other.

Holly Winslow blinked. Mortimer Quincy blinked back, then puckered his thin lips.

’Wifey, a kiss.’

Pantheon, who had accidentally witnessed this: "..."

He rolled his eyes and turned the other way to take his afternoon nap.

’My poor eyes are gonna burst.’

The sports meet was starting the next day. That afternoon, the school used the self-study period to hold a meeting for all first and second-year students, explaining the schedule for the next three days. The sports events would be held during the day, and evening self-study sessions would continue as usual.

After returning from dinner, Mortimer Quincy saw Holly Winslow dabbing and painting something with glue and watercolor pens. Curious, he leaned in to get a look.

Holly Winslow quickly covered it up, then held out a hand to push him away, warning, "Mortimer Quincy, no peeking! Peeking is a two-hundred-yuan fine."

In response to her soft warning, Mortimer Quincy pulled two hundred yuan from his pocket. His tone was intrigued. "Let me see."

Holly Winslow was stunned speechless by Quincy the Moneybags’s two hundred yuan. When she came to her senses, she was a little annoyed. ’I should have said a thousand.’

She took the money, stuffed it into her pocket, and said cheekily, "Money confiscated. You still don’t get to see."

Mortimer Quincy: "..."

He let out a low chuckle and said fondly, "Holly, you little cheat."

"I am a little cheat."

After admitting it with a blink, Holly Winslow pushed him again. "Go do your homework."

Seeing that his wifey wouldn’t let him look, Mortimer Quincy obediently took out his Math Olympiad problems and started working on them.

...

「The sports meet, 8:30 AM.」

To cheer for Mortimer Quincy, Holly Winslow wore a bright orange tracksuit. The color was very flattering, making her fair face look rosy and her bright eyes sparkle.

Of all the girls in the front row of the Rocket Class, Holly Winslow was easily the most eye-catching.

Mortimer Quincy wore a white short-sleeved shirt, gray sweatpants, and black mesh sneakers. He was standing at the front of the class line, right in front of Holly Winslow.

The principal was on the stage giving the opening speech for the sports meet. He had already been talking for over twenty minutes, and he was still going.

Bored, Holly Winslow stared at Mortimer Quincy’s hand hanging by his side. His knuckles were well-defined, his fingers exceptionally long and handsome. His nails were trimmed short, fair and clean.

Suddenly, she noticed a short strand of hair next to his pinky. It must have been his.

Holly Winslow might have had a mild case of OCD, because the more she looked at it, the more she wanted to pick it off for him.

She glanced around and didn’t see Gabe Chaucer. She reached out to pick it off, her fingers accidentally brushing against Mortimer Quincy’s hand.

The next second, her hand was enveloped by his.

Mortimer Quincy turned his head, gave her a meaningful look, then quickly turned back, moving their clasped hands behind his back.

It was as if he were saying, ’You can hold your husband’s hand whenever you want.’

Holly Winslow: "..."

She tugged gently a couple of times, but couldn’t pull free.

All the girls in the front row saw it and kept glancing their way.

Even though they were like an old married couple, being so public made even the thick-skinned Holly Winslow blush. Soon, her ears turned red too.

She pinched his palm, signaling for him to let go.

He didn’t let go. Instead, he traced her palm with his index finger.

’Not letting go.’

The men’s and women’s 3000-meter races were both scheduled for that morning, with the second-year boys going first.

Mortimer Quincy was number six, so he was in the first heat.

The starting line was flanked by more girls than boys, the vast majority of whom were there to see Mortimer Quincy.

Holly Winslow could clearly hear their excited chatter.

"AHHH!! Mortimer Quincy is so handsome!"

"Mortimer Quincy is so tall!"

"Mortimer Quincy, I love you!"

"Go, Mortimer Quincy!"

...

Holly Winslow, his actual girlfriend, pouted and called out, "Mortimer Quincy."

Mortimer Quincy, who had been looking down and adjusting his race number, looked up at her and tilted his chin slightly, as if to ask, "What’s up?"

The next moment, he saw his girl pull out two small, colorful, round signs from behind her back. One said "Go Mortimer Quincy," and the other, "Mortimer Quincy is the Best."

Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow. ’Her plagiarism is incomplete. She’s missing a line.’

’I love you, Hubby.’

Holly Winslow waved the small round signs, her mouth open as she shouted, "Mortimer Quincy, go!! Go!!!"

The girl shook the signs and her head at the same time, looking as adorable as a little schoolgirl.

Mortimer Quincy’s gaze darkened, and he swallowed hard.

’I fucking want to devour her right here on the spot.’

He mouthed at her: *Tone it down.*

Holly Winslow thought he was embarrassed by her, so she stuck out her tongue and waved the signs even more enthusiastically. "Mortimer Quincy, go!!! Mortimer Quincy, go!!..."

Mortimer Quincy: "..."

’I tell my wifey to tone it down, and she just gets louder.’

’Is she trying to attract a bunch of other guys with that cute little face?’

After the "ready" call, the whistle blew. The student competitors shot off, and Mortimer Quincy started at a steady pace, settling into the middle of the pack.

At the same time, the crowd around them grew even more noisy and boisterous.

"Go, Mortimer Quincy!!"

"Mortimer Quincy, Mortimer Quincy, go!!"

The cheers for Mortimer Quincy drowned out the cheers for all the other racers.

’They’re cheering even harder than I am, his actual girlfriend...’

She shook the signs in her hands and started shouting along again, "Mortimer Quincy, go!!! Go!!"

Once Mortimer Quincy was further down the track, she didn’t chase after him like the other girls. Instead, she moved near the finish line. Every time he ran past, she would wave her little round signs and shout encouragement.

Her enthusiasm caught the attention of the school’s student photographers. They made sure to get a shot of her, planning to use it for the display board to showcase the lively atmosphere of the sports meet.

On the final lap, Mortimer Quincy lengthened his stride and pulled into first place, but the jock in second was only half a step behind him.

Standing just before the finish line, Holly Winslow shook her signs with all her might, her face flushed from shouting.

「The last fifty meters.」

From a distance, Mortimer Quincy saw his wifey bouncing around like a little hopper and almost laughed so hard he lost his breath.

He sped up, crossed the red finish line, and swept the sign-wielding "Hopper" right into his arms. In a voice only the two of them could hear, a roguish tone mixed with his panting, he said, "Hopper, you’re still missing ’I love you.’"