Reborn with My Genius Husband

Chapter 303 - 313: It Took 14 Years to Make Up for the 3 Missed Years

After his darling had spent a red bill, he curled his lips into a knowing smile. "Honey, is it good?"

"It’s delicious. Anything bought with your pocket money is delicious," Holly Winslow said, blinking as she ate.

Mortimer Quincy chuckled, then said, "Oh?" He pointed at the money she was still clutching in her hand. "But it’s not mine."

"It’s from my honey’s personal treasury."

Hearing the word "treasury," Holly Winslow didn’t immediately catch on. "My what treasury?" she asked, confused.

The words had barely left her mouth when she suddenly remembered stuffing a few hundred yuan into Mortimer’s pocket that morning. "..."

She immediately started to fake-whimper and yell, "Quincy the Puppy, you heartbreaker! Give me back my money! Hurry up and give it back! You even tricked me out of my own money! Is there no justice in this world?!"

"We’re breaking up! Breaking up!!"

Mortimer Quincy couldn’t hold back his laughter, his shoulders shaking.

Passersby all glanced at them. Some were students from Branton University, and every one of them felt like they had just stumbled upon some prime gossip.

They quickly posted on a forum: On Snack Street, Mortimer Quincy and Holly Winslow are fighting.

1st Floor: Wow, huge news.

2nd Floor: We’re getting a live report.

3rd Floor: I want to see what happens next.

4th Floor: They’re finally acting normal. I thought their relationship was too perfect to be real.

...

The original poster was just about to snap a couple more pictures of the argument to post online when, in the very next second, they saw the guy pull the girl into his arms for a kiss, and then hoist her onto his back.

The girl continued to eat her snack while on his back.

The couple walked right past him, as if the fight had never even happened.

"..."

He got back on the forum: Everyone, you can all go home. They’ve already made up. It’s sickeningly sweet.

He attached a photo of the "freshly served PDA."

The gossiping netizens were instantly disappointed.

Nothing to see here, move along.

I bet the OP was just clout chasing.

Damn it, OP, are you nuts?

The "nuts" OP: "..."

He felt truly wronged. They really were fighting just a moment ago.

Well, okay, it was so fast that even he could hardly believe it.

...

Holly Winslow’s tutoring center was holding its annual teacher awards. Although the award itself wasn’t a huge deal, it was still a form of recognition for a year’s worth of hard work.

Holly had only been there for half a semester, so she didn’t expect to be in the running. While the other teachers began networking and trying to win people over, she just kept doing her own thing.

Melody Shaw and two other teachers would casually offer her snacks, and while Holly understood their intentions, she didn’t promise her vote to anyone.

’Only someone who has felt the sting of being unfairly replaced can truly understand how important fairness is.’

Melody Shaw and the others probably figured it out, as they didn’t bring it up again. Holly didn’t pay any mind to what they were thinking; she was simply too busy.

With the end of the semester approaching, parents were expecting results, so she had intensified the review sessions for her students. Her days were so busy that her mind was completely filled with math problems.

One night, she was thirsty and wanted to ask Mortimer Quincy to get her some water, but what came out of her mouth was, "Classmates..."

Mortimer, who had been dozing, laughed himself fully awake and teased her for being completely obsessed with work.

On this day, after finally getting off work early, Holly Winslow went to the supermarket and bought a lot of groceries. She planned to cook a delicious meal to treat Chef Quincy, who had been doing all the cooking lately.

But when she got home, she heard him say he had to leave for a business trip soon.

She put the groceries on the table and tutted twice. "Looks like I’ll be eating alone, then. What time is your flight? Have you packed? Did you pack underwear?"

As she spoke, she headed for the bedroom to help him pack, but the moment she walked through the door, Mortimer swept her up into his arms.

Caught off guard, she let out a little "Ah!" "Quincy the Puppy, what are you doing?"

"A little exercise before I go."

Mortimer hadn’t been with her for a while, considerate of how hard she’d been working.

Holly Winslow: "..."

Whatever she wanted to say was swallowed back down.

After their "exercise," Mortimer put his clothes back on, once again looking like a dapper, well-dressed professional.

He looked at his darling on the bed, his eyes full of satisfaction. "I ordered takeout. It’ll be here soon."

"I’ll be back in three hours."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’That damn Mortimer Quincy! Business trip, my ass! He just wanted to trick me into using up my "energy"!’

She pulled the blanket over her head. "Just go already."

Mortimer just smiled, bent down, pulled the blanket away, and gave her a quick kiss. "Honey, be good while I’m gone."

...

The next day, all thirty-something teachers at the center were gathered in the conference room for the anonymous vote to select the Teacher of the Year.

Shannon Vance sat at the head of the room. "This is our center’s thirteenth year. Many of the teachers here have witnessed our growth, from just one or two students at the beginning to three or four hundred today."

"None of this would have been possible without the support of every teacher here, so I want to start by thanking all of you."

"I’m sure you all know why we’re here today: to select our Teacher of the Year. Um, after consulting with everyone, we’ve decided on a prize of twenty thousand yuan."

"For those who aren’t selected as Teacher of the Year, don’t be discouraged. We’ve added several new awards this time: the Award for Diligence, the Award for Popularity, and the Award for Responsibility. Each of these comes with a ten-thousand-yuan prize."

At this, all the teachers were delighted.

Shannon Vance then continued, "The winners of these three awards have already been determined. They were chosen by the students, with the results weighted by class size."

"We’ll announce who those teachers are later. For now, please place your ballots with your chosen name into the voting box."

Holly Winslow voted for a teacher whose lectures she personally found to be quite good. Thankfully, the ballot was anonymous, so she wouldn’t have to offend Melody Shaw and her friends.

The award went to a veteran teacher who had been with the center for thirteen years. Holly had heard she was also a history teacher at a top high school in Branton City, and her lectures were truly impressive.

Holly had sat in on a few of her classes. Her lectures were packed with substance and incredibly useful for the students.

No one could really argue with the result; the teacher’s credentials spoke for themselves.

Next was the announcement of the other three awards. It never even crossed Holly’s mind that she might be among the winners, so when Shannon Vance called her name for the Award for Responsibility, she froze for a moment.

Shannon motioned for her to come up and accept the award. "Everyone knows Teacher Winslow only joined us this semester, but I can say that she is outstanding and responsible. I’ve spoken with students from several of the classes she teaches, and they all say she is incredibly patient."

"The math scores in the classes Teacher Winslow leads are, on the whole, quite good. We all saw the results from the last monthly exam."

The top score in math on the last monthly exam came from one of Holly’s classes.

Holly was a new teacher, and frankly, many of the others weren’t happy that she won. No one wanted to admit they could be outdone by a newcomer.

However, Holly’s academic credentials were undeniably the best among them. That was a fact they had to accept, whether they liked it or not.

Holly returned to the office with her certificate. Sandra Marshall and the others congratulated her, but their words lacked sincerity.

Holly didn’t mind. As long as they could maintain a civil front, it was fine. She gazed at the certificate on her desk and suddenly whispered, "I’ve worked so hard for so long."

She truly had worked hard for a very long time. She didn’t have Mortimer Quincy’s innate intellectual superiority; all she had was the belief that hard work could make up for a lack of talent.

Including the seven or eight years of effort from her past life, she had spent a total of fourteen years making up for the three she had missed in high school.

Fortunately, she was able to start over. She could begin again from scratch, work hard all over again.

But not everyone gets a second chance.

’Cherish the time you have now to strive for what you want.’