Reborn with My Genius Husband

Chapter 277 - 287: Mortimer Quincy, You Scumbag

Holly Winslow: "..."

When Anna Willow heard the words "get busy," she looked a little disappointed. "Holly, you have things to do later? I was hoping we could play pool."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’That’s not the kind of "busy" he meant.’

She secretly stomped on Mortimer Quincy’s foot before answering her, "It’s my dad’s birthday tomorrow. I need to thaw out all the ingredients tonight. If you and Ellie are free tomorrow, you should come over."

"Of course! I’ll come help you out tomorrow," Anna Willow said, nodding with a grin.

...

Mortimer Quincy’s parents weren’t home, so he was staying the night at his father-in-law’s house again.

11:00 PM.

When Mortimer Quincy came out of the shower, he saw Holly Winslow lying on her side, looking at her phone. The white light from the screen illuminated her face, which looked like it was on the verge of tears. "..."

’She’s probably reading a novel.’

’No need to ask why. After more than a decade together, a husband and wife just develop that kind of intuition.’

He walked over, drying his hair, but before he could say a word, Holly Winslow stared at him with watery eyes. "Mortimer Quincy, you scumbag."

Mortimer Quincy: "..."

He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. In a wronged tone, he said, "Honey, what did I do now?"

He bent down, took her phone, and read a few pages. The original text read: Mortimer Quincy’s large, well-defined hand viciously grabbed the female lead’s hair, forcing her to look at him. His tone was so cold it was chilling. "Eleanor Langley, don’t think you can do anything to Isla Shaw just because you have your father to back you up."

"Are you that desperate for me to sleep with you? Hmm?"

"I’ll satisfy you today!"

Eleanor Langley shook her head in panic. She tried to break free, but the more she struggled, the more her scalp hurt. Her face contorted in pain. "No, Mortimer Quincy, I didn’t push her! She fell on her own."

"Why don’t you believe me?"

"Believe you?"

The man scoffed, uttering words that plunged Eleanor Langley into an icy despair. "She’s pregnant with my child, and you’re telling me she fell on her own? Do you even believe that yourself?"

Eleanor Langley was in disbelief. She had long known that Mortimer Quincy and Isla Shaw’s relationship wasn’t innocent, but she had always deceived herself into thinking there was nothing between them.

Pain filled her eyes. "She’s... pregnant with your child?"

What did that make her? What did April Langley’s unrequited love of over a decade even matter?

"Stop acting like that. It’s disgusting."

Seeing her like this, Mortimer Quincy felt an inexplicable tightness in his chest, but it vanished almost immediately. He forcefully threw her onto the bed.

Then, his entire body was on top of her. Eleanor Langley struggled. "Mortimer Quincy, let me go."

She refused to be so humiliated; she had been humiliated for over a decade.

The man ignored her struggles. With a powerful tug, he ripped her long dress in two. "Why pretend to be modest now? Aren’t you just trying to seduce me, dressing like this?"

"Let me go, Mortimer Quincy! You’re disgusting!" Eleanor Langley was too weak to break free. She could only watch helplessly as he stripped off his clothes. A moment later, she could only grimace in pain. "Ah—Mortimer Quincy, you bastard! Get off."

The man paused for a second, a flash of surprise in his eyes, but his reason was quickly overwhelmed by pleasure.

...

’So it was one of those trashy CEO novels.’

Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow and looked at Holly Winslow on the bed. His gaze swept over her silk pajamas, and in a deep, seductive voice, he said, "Honey, wearing so little... aren’t you just trying to seduce me?"

Holly Winslow: "..."

"Drama queen."

She reached for her phone and went back to reading on her side.

Mortimer Quincy dried his hair with a hairdryer before slowly getting into bed. Then, his large hand snatched Holly Winslow’s phone away. "Honey, what’s the fun in just reading? Let’s act out the book."

Holly Winslow: "..."

She had a bad feeling. Her eyes fluttered open as she asked, "Act out what?"

The next second, that rascal Mortimer Quincy was on top of her. He raised an eyebrow, a roguish and lewd look on his face. "Honey, aren’t you supposed to struggle?"

Holly Winslow: "..."

’Struggle my ass.’

She slapped his chest. "Get off, you’re heavy."

"Why pretend to be modest now? Aren’t you just trying to seduce me, dressing like this?" Mortimer Quincy began to take off her pajamas.

Holly Winslow: "..."

She clutched the collar of her pajamas. "Quincy the Puppy, I need to sleep. I have to get up early to buy groceries tomorrow."

"Honey, that’s the wrong line. Oh well, let’s just get to the practical part." After saying this, Mortimer Quincy lowered his head and kissed her.

...

The next morning, Holly Winslow kicked Mortimer Quincy out of bed to go grocery shopping while she burrowed back under the covers to keep sleeping.

Feeling refreshed and invigorated, Mortimer Quincy got dressed, took some money, and went to the wet market, where he ran into Chase Hawkins, who was also shopping for vegetables.

Chase Hawkins came over with a chuckle to greet him. "Yo, playing househusband now, are we?"

Mortimer Quincy glanced at the vegetables in his hand and replied coolly, "Better than you, you single mutt."

It was a universally effective jab, and it made Chase Hawkins choke on the spot. "..."

’Mortimer Quincy was a dog, just like always.’

He not only thought it, he said it out loud. "Mortimer Quincy, you really are a dog, just like always."

Mortimer Quincy shot him a dismissive glance, then handed his vegetables to the auntie at the stall, gesturing for her to weigh them. The auntie recognized him—the top scholar, Mortimer Quincy. She smiled. "Four catties and two taels. Let’s call it an even four catties. That’ll be eight yuan."

Mortimer Quincy paid, shot Chase Hawkins another look, and left.

Chase Hawkins also handed over a bundle of vegetables. The auntie weighed them. "Four catties and one tael. Eight-twenty."

Chase Hawkins, having received discriminatory treatment: "..."

He tried to bargain. "Can’t you just make it eight?"

"Young man, we make our money on pennies," the auntie said, shaking her head with a smile.

Chase Hawkins: "..."

He was definitely being treated differently.

’It was one thing back in our student days, but for it to happen even when buying groceries...’

Unresigned, he asked, "Auntie, why did he get a discount and I don’t?"

The auntie looked awkward for a moment. That young man was so handsome, and he was the city’s top scholar, too.

"Alright, alright, eight yuan it is. Just make sure to come back to my stall next time."

...

Holly Winslow didn’t sleep in for long. She got up half an hour later, changed the bedsheets, and walked out to see Wyatt Winslow making breakfast in the kitchen.

She ran over with a grin. "Dad, happy birthday."

"Mm," Wyatt Winslow’s expression softened slightly. Then he asked, "Where is he?"

"He went out to buy groceries."

Holly Winslow pulled out her phone. "I’m going to call Grandpa and Grandma. They said they’re coming up today in Uncle Langdon’s car. I’ll see where they are."

"I just asked. They haven’t left yet."

Wyatt Winslow covered the congee with a lid, clearly intending to wait for Mortimer Quincy to return.

Before long, Mortimer Quincy returned with the groceries. "Dad."

After greeting him, he called out to Holly Winslow, "Honey."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’Does this rascal even know how to write the word "Dad"?’

Wyatt Winslow went to the kitchen to get bowls and chopsticks. "Time to eat."

They hadn’t finished eating when Robin Roland arrived with groceries and a gift. Holly Winslow quickly got her a bowl and chopsticks, but Robin Roland had already eaten at home. "I’ve eaten. You go on."

"Have a little, Aunt Roland."

Holly Winslow ladled a bowl of congee for her. Robin Roland had no choice but to take a sip. Suddenly remembering something, she stood up and took a few eggs out of her bag.

"Where I’m from, we eat eggs for birthdays. I wasn’t sure if you do that here, so I just boiled a few at home."

Holly Winslow glanced at Wyatt Winslow and saw him look at the eggs. She smiled and said, "Thank you, Aunt Roland."

Then she peeled an egg and placed it in Wyatt Winslow’s bowl. "Here, Dad. You eat it."

Wyatt Winslow grunted in acknowledgment.

While washing the dishes, Holly Winslow said to Robin Roland, "Aunt Roland, thank you. My dad isn’t very expressive, but it’s not that he didn’t like it."

Robin Roland smiled. "I know."

Wyatt Winslow may be a man of few words, but if you pay close attention to how he speaks and acts, you’ll see his concern, especially when it comes to Holly Winslow.

Seeing that she wasn’t just saying that to be polite, Holly Winslow gave a genuine smile.

’It turns out that true blindness isn’t of the eyes, but of the heart.’