Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 93: Mortimer Quincy Says Persuading People to Divorce Invites Heavenly Retribution

Chapter 93: Chapter 93: Mortimer Quincy Says Persuading People to Divorce Invites Heavenly Retribution

’A five-star smooch? How about a five-star smack instead!’

Holly Winslow glared at him and said what she was thinking out loud, "How about I give you a five-star smack?"

Mortimer Quincy: "..."

He glanced at Holly Winslow’s small fist and said softly, "A smack for a kiss. I can live with that."

Holly Winslow: "..."

...

Mortimer Quincy was being too flagrant about his puppy love, and someone reported him to the Dean of Students. The dean then called Gabe Chaucer in for a talk.

"Teacher Chaucer, someone said Mortimer Quincy is in a relationship. Are you aware of this?"

Gabe Chaucer let out an "Ah?" and lied through his teeth. "Mortimer Quincy is dating someone? I don’t think so. That kid does nothing but study all day."

Puppy love would earn him a demerit. Although it would eventually be removed from his record, it was still a black mark. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

The Dean of Students wasn’t suspicious. He pushed up his glasses. "The report says Mortimer Quincy admitted it himself. Teacher Chaucer, please go confirm it. They’re about to be seniors, so let’s try to avoid any trouble."

Gabe Chaucer nodded. "I understand. I’ll ask him about it."

He paused for a moment before adding, "This is most likely false. Aside from Holly Winslow, Mortimer Quincy barely interacts with any other girls. Besides, his grades have always been very stable, and he’s been putting a lot of effort into his essays."

Mortimer’s only weak point was his essays, so that was the only area where he could really improve his score.

At the thought of Mortimer’s grades, the Dean of Students’ expression softened. "I imagine it’s false as well. Teacher Chaucer, just do a simple check. Don’t put any pressure on Mortimer."

Gabe Chaucer breathed a sigh of relief and nodded quickly. "I understand."

After the Dean of Students left, Gabe Chaucer rubbed his temples, a headache brewing. When he recalled his previous conversation with Mortimer Quincy, his head throbbed even more.

At noon, Gabe Chaucer called Holly Winslow out of the classroom. They went to a spot under the stairs where there weren’t many people.

Holly suddenly grew a little nervous. ’Has our relationship been exposed?’

Gabe Chaucer said, "Holly, do you know if your cousin is dating someone?"

Holly’s expression turned strange for a moment. ’Of course I know. Not only do I know, I’m the one he’s with.’

’...’

She touched the tip of her nose guiltily. ’That guy Mortimer already announced it in front of the whole class. I can’t very well deny it now; that would just make things more obvious.’

"Mm."

Gabe Chaucer tried to find an opening with Holly. "You’re all about to be seniors. This is a crucial time. I hope you all focus on your studies. It’s only for one more year. After this year passes, you’ll be free to do whatever you want."

"Could you help me talk to Mortimer and persuade him to focus on his studies?"

Holly’s wide eyes were filled with guilt. "Okay."

’Before, my attitude was that if we got exposed, I’d just write a self-criticism essay. But now, I absolutely cannot let it get out.’

Gabe Chaucer thought Holly was such an obedient child, and his expression softened. "How have your studies been lately?"

"They’re okay, but I’m having a little trouble keeping up in math," Holly said.

"Don’t worry, take your time. Your math is already quite good," Gabe Chaucer said encouragingly.

Just then, a noise came from the stairs. Mortimer Quincy and Zeke Zane were back, carrying a water cooler jug. Mortimer glanced at the prim and proper Holly, then at Gabe Chaucer. "Teacher Chaucer, when do you have a moment? I wanted to ask you a question about a problem."

Zeke Zane: "..."

As soon as he heard the word "problem," Gabe Chaucer’s demeanor turned amiable. "I have time right now."

The group trickled back into the classroom. Mortimer Quincy tore the seal off the water jug and installed it on the dispenser.

After returning to his seat, he glanced at Holly Winslow but didn’t ask anything, because Teacher Chaucer was already walking over.

This time, Mortimer Quincy asked about a difficult problem from a physics competition.

After about a twenty-minute explanation, Mortimer reorganized his thoughts and wrote out the solution process under Gabe Chaucer’s watchful eye.

Gabe Chaucer nodded. "That’s how it’s done."

Once Gabe Chaucer had left the classroom, Mortimer put down his pen and leaned closer to Holly, who was doing her chemistry homework. "What did Teacher Chaucer want to talk to you about?"

"He wanted me to persuade you not to get into a relationship." Holly’s pen wrote down a ’B’.

Mortimer Quincy: "..."

He pointed a finger at her chemistry workbook. "You’re using hydrogen bonds to explain why water is more stable than hydrogen sulfide? Hydrogen bonds only determine a substance’s solubility and its melting and boiling points. The stability of a molecule has nothing to do with hydrogen bonds."

He raised his hand and lightly tapped Holly on the head. "Go review the material on hydrogen bonds."

Holly Winslow: "..."

She changed her answer, pulled out her chemistry textbook, and muttered softly, "We should be more careful from now on. And you shouldn’t talk about our relationship at school."

Mortimer rested his chin in one hand, his eyes narrowed in a look of defiance. "We’re not in a puppy love relationship. We’re in an early marriage."

"Telling people to get a divorce is a sin that invites heavenly retribution."

Holly Winslow: "..."

She stared at her chemistry book, not looking up, and warned with a "Hmph, hmph," "If you don’t tone it down, I’m not sitting next to you when we change seats at midterms."

"I’ll just sit next to my wifey," Mortimer said, lounging leisurely on his desk, completely unfazed by her threat.

Holly Winslow: "..."

「On Wednesday, the entire school had a big clean-up.」

Mortimer found the classroom too dusty, so he took Holly downstairs to wait. Bored, the two of them started looking at the display board and suddenly noticed it had been updated. It was now a display about the sports meet.

Mortimer saw something and burst out laughing. "Hopper, you made it onto the display board."

The picture was that "enthusiastic" photo taken by one of the student photographers.

In the photo, the girl’s innocent face was split in a wide grin, her eyes curved into crescents. She was holding two round signs, the words on them clearly visible: *Go Mortimer!* and *Mortimer is the best!*

What made Mortimer laugh was that her feet were off the ground, frozen in a pose just like a little frog hopping.

When Holly saw it: "..."

Mortimer pulled out his phone, wanting to take a picture of it as a memento. Holly hurriedly grabbed his hand, exclaiming in a fit of embarrassment and anger, "Don’t you dare take a picture! Don’t! If you take it, I’m breaking up with you!"

Mortimer held his phone up high, dodging backward on his long legs. Seeing her puffed-up cheeks, he deliberately teased her, "Already got it. When we get married, I’ll have it printed as a poster and plaster it all over our house."

"And when we have kids, I’ll show it to them and say, ’Look, this is how your mom, like a little hopper frog, used to cheer for your dad.’"

Holly absolutely did not want her future children to see this dorky picture of her. She got on her tiptoes and jumped with all her might. "Mortimer Quincy!! Delete it right now!"

"Nope." Mortimer passed the phone from his left hand to his right.

At this point, all Holly wanted was to delete that photo. She threw her arms around Mortimer, clinging to him with her arms and legs as she strained to grab the phone.

A certain softness pressed against Mortimer’s chest. His body stiffened for a second, and Holly seized the opportunity to snatch the phone. She then slid off him, unlocked the phone, and started searching for the photo, only to find nothing.

She said angrily, "Quincy the Puppy, you were tricking me!"

Mortimer bent down and murmured into her ear, "Key knowledge point: I’m having a reaction."

Upon first hearing "key knowledge point," Holly’s initial reaction was to think of a math formula. But then she heard the second half of the sentence... "..."

A mischievous smile spread across her face. She took out her phone, pointed it at Mortimer’s face, and started recording. "Sing ’Conquer’ right now, or I’ll expose you."

Mortimer Quincy: "..."

’Damn it. She’s so infuriating she’s actually making me laugh.’

He looked into the phone’s camera and said, enunciating every syllable, "I... on... ly... sup... port... sing... ing... in... bed."