Reborn with My Genius Husband

Chapter 302 - 312: An Upgraded Version of Kisses

Lately, Mortimer Quincy had been spouting a constant stream of saucy remarks, to which Holly Winslow could only respond with silence: "..."

After a few seconds, she lazily draped her arm around his neck, then left faint teeth marks on both of his cheeks. Looking into his deep eyes, she said smugly, "You know what this is called?"

She paused. "An upgraded version."

After experiencing this new version of her "kisses," Mortimer Quincy was speechless. "..."

’My wife’s getting a little better at leaving me speechless.’

The corners of his eyes lifted. "Looks like you love me so much, you automatically upgraded."

Holly Winslow: "..."

She rolled her eyes at him. ’She couldn’t even be bothered to call him shameless anymore. It was useless. The man’s skin was thicker than a castle wall.’

She bared her teeth in a grin. "Love you, love you, love you the most."

"After all, you’re my personal ATM."

Mortimer Quincy felt honored to be an ATM. "As long as you love me, I’ll be any kind of ’machine’ you want." He finished with a seductive wink.

Holly Winslow: "..."

Mortimer Quincy got out of the driver’s seat, opened the passenger door, and bent down slightly to lift her into his arms. "Empress Winslow is now departing."

His deep, magnetic voice was especially captivating in the quiet garage.

To use a slightly exaggerated line from a novel, his voice was so good it could get a person’s ears pregnant.

Holly Winslow giggled, then buried her head in his chest and, feeling perfectly content, went right back to sleep.

She must have been a little carsick, because she had fallen asleep again.

To let her sleep peacefully, Mortimer Quincy shortened his stride, walking much more slowly and carefully.

When he reached his front door, he saw a few people waiting. He asked quietly, "What are you all doing here?"

Chase Hawkins glanced at the person in his arms and also whispered, "Mortimer, we’re waiting for you to game with us. We sent you a message, didn’t you see it?"

The others were Boris Owens, Paul Powell, Pantheon, and Zeke Zane.

They hadn’t gone home for New Year’s, so they had made plans to hang out together.

Mortimer Quincy: "..."

"Waiting for me to game with you at night? Are you idiots?"

Before they could answer, he added, "I’m married now."

The so-called idiots: "..."

’Just because he’s married, he can’t game with us?’

A few seconds later, it dawned on them that he was rubbing it in their faces that they were single.

Damn it!

’He’s with his wife 364 days out of the year. Is it too much to ask for him to spend just one day with his brothers?’

If Mortimer Quincy knew what they were thinking, he’d probably just give them a look and let them figure it out for themselves.

Holly Winslow faintly heard their voices and opened her eyes. Gazing up at his handsome chin, she asked, "Honey, why’d you stop walking?"

Pantheon and the others: "..."

’Stopped... walking...’

Ahem.

’Their minds had gone into the gutter. So dirty.’

’Adult minds always tend to be so colorful.’

One by one, they couldn’t help but start coughing. Hearing the strange sounds, Holly Winslow turned her head to look. "..."

Most of her drowsiness vanished in an instant, and she quickly scrambled out of Mortimer Quincy’s arms.

Mortimer Quincy looked up at his friends and their dirty minds and refused them. "Not going. I have my wife at home. I’ll treat you all to lunch tomorrow."

Boris Owens: "..."

’Why does he have to keep emphasizing that he has a wife?’

’Is he bullying us for being single?’

"Sigh, it’s no fun if you don’t come. It was hard enough for us to all get together. Cousin, you should come with us, I’d love to game with you. Your skills are..."

Chase Hawkins was just genuinely impressed with Holly Winslow’s gaming skills, but before he could finish, Mortimer Quincy cut him off. "None of your business."

Looking at Scholar Quincy, who was getting jealous over something so trivial, Chase Hawkins was speechless. "..."

’He knew it was none of his business, and he didn’t dare make it his business.’

"Mortimer, I’m telling you, your jealousy is way too strong. I can practically smell it, it’s suffocating me."

Mortimer Quincy just gave him a cool glance.

The others laughed unsympathetically.

Holly Winslow hadn’t gamed in a long time, and she also knew Mortimer hadn’t hung out with his friends in a while, so she generously agreed. She symbolically sought permission from Mortimer Quincy, the public-facing head of the household. "Honey, should we go play for a bit? I feel like playing."

The man of double standards materialized on the spot. Without a shred of hesitation, Mortimer Quincy agreed. "Okay. I’ll go get a jacket for you."

Pantheon and the others: "..."

’They silently chanted in their minds three times: Double standards, double standards, double standards.’

Paul Powell suddenly felt a bit cold. He rubbed his arms and looked at Mortimer Quincy. "Mortimer, can you grab one for me too? I’m cold."

Mortimer Quincy didn’t even spare him a glance, just tossed out a sentence as he opened the door and went inside. "Then freeze to death."

Paul Powell: "..."

’Fucking hell, so much for brotherhood. It can all end in an instant.’

Pantheon and the others were so amused by his heartless words that they laughed until tears streamed down their faces.

Chase Hawkins whispered some "trash talk" about Mortimer to Holly Winslow, who was waiting at the door. "Cousin, can you really put up with this attitude of his? I feel like it must be tough."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’Ahem, that attitude is reserved only for "outsiders" like them.’

Upholding the principle of always backing her husband over outsiders, she praised him, "My husband has a wonderful temper."

Chase Hawkins, who had just had their affection shoved in his face: "..."

’Damn it, are they trying to kill me?’

’In just a few short minutes, he felt like he’d been hit by a thousand daggers.’

’The kind that came in pairs, no less.’

Pantheon couldn’t help but pity him for a second. Speaking from experience, he said, "Quincy, just stop trying to sow discord. You’ll never be able to drive a wedge between Mortimer and his cousin."

"If they could have been driven apart, it would have happened back in high school."

Chase Hawkins said with resignation, "I’m well aware of that now."

Mortimer Quincy came back out with two jackets. He draped one over Holly Winslow’s shoulders and tossed the other to Paul Powell. "Don’t bother returning it."

The difference in treatment was blatant. Paul Powell: "..."

’He felt a chill.’

He wrapped the padded jacket tightly around himself and was instantly warm.

The group went to an internet cafe near the residential complex. Mortimer Quincy wasn’t particularly interested in gaming, but Holly Winslow got more and more into it the longer she played. Pantheon and the others followed her lead and won several games in a row.

Mortimer Quincy raised his hand to check his watch. When it was almost midnight, he reached out and knocked on Holly Winslow’s desk. "Teacher Winslow, class is dismissed."

Holly Winslow knew she had class the next day, so she obediently logged out of the game. Mortimer Quincy said a quick word to Zeke Zane and the others, then took Holly’s hand and left.

Before leaving, he went to the front counter and ordered a cup of instant noodles and a drink for each of them.

...

Outside the internet cafe was a street full of food stalls. The smells were especially fragrant late at night. Holly Winslow looked up at Mortimer Quincy and whined, "I’m hungry."

"Hungry?"

Mortimer Quincy put his arm around her and said with a smile, "If you’re hungry, call me ’honey’."

With absolutely no pride, Holly Winslow called out three times, "Honey, honey, honey."

Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow. Before he could say anything, she held up three fingers and said seriously, "I said it three times, so I want to eat three servings."

Mortimer Quincy chuckled, then said generously, "Say it a hundred more times, and you can have a hundred servings, no problem."

Holly Winslow’s eyes darted about. She started calling out "honey" repeatedly, counting on her fingers as she went. She stopped at twenty. "Quincy the Puppy, you owe me twenty-three servings. I’ll have three today, and you can owe me the rest."

As soon as the ’honeys’ were done, it was back to ’Quincy the Puppy’. Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow, deliberately teasing her. "Calling me ’Quincy the Puppy’ is a hundred-serving deduction. So, darling, the food’s all gone." He shrugged.

Holly Winslow’s eyes immediately went wide. She then reached into his pants pocket and snatched out his money, which included several red bills.

She waved the money smugly. "Mine now."

Probably afraid he would snatch it back, she took off running as soon as she said it.

Mortimer Quincy let out a low chuckle. ’Silly girl, it was always yours.’

That morning, she had been too lazy to put her money away and just stuffed it all into his pocket.

He watched his wife take the money and order a ton of meat skewers without the slightest hesitation, and he raised an eyebrow.

’She’s probably going to be whimpering about it later.’