Chapter 271: Chapter 281: The Stage of Seeing Mortimer Quincy as a Green Vegetable

Hearing that she was only leaving after summer vacation, the corners of Wyatt Winslow’s mouth lifted slightly before quickly settling back down. "Alright. What are your plans?"

"I’m signing up for a calligraphy class." Holly Winslow had already planned out her summer vacation.

Good handwriting on the blackboard was a bonus for a teacher. In her past life, because her penmanship was so good, the city arranged for observers to attend a class, and the school chose her, even though she had only been teaching for two years.

She even ended up in the city center’s newspaper, representing the teaching excellence of Jarton High.

Even though it was just a tiny corner of the paper, she had been happy about it for a long time.

Wyatt Winslow gave his usual, simple reply, "Mm."

After that, the two sat on the couch. Wyatt Winslow watched TV while Holly Winslow curled up with her phone, posting a status update.

Her post: "Free milk tea is the best," plus a smiley face and a photo.

Iris Kensington, the night owl: Holly, spreading the love even this late at night. The single people are going to come after you.

Holly Winslow: Free milk tea is worth showing off.

Anna Willow, feeling jealous: People with husbands are just different. L!A!T!E! N!I!G!H!T! P!D!A!

Talking with them, Holly Winslow let her true colors show: This is the benefit of being certified.

Beau Sullivan: I get it. Xavier Jennings gave it to you.

After Holly Winslow had left, Xavier Jennings did indeed buy one, but he didn’t give it to her since he saw she had already bought one for herself.

Holly Winslow froze when she saw that comment. "..."

Before she could type anything, Anna Willow and Iris Kensington were already blowing up the group chat.

Anna Willow: Oh my god, Holly, what’s going on? This is big!

Iris Kensington: *eats popcorn*

Holly, Xavier Jennings isn’t as great as your handsome cousin. You need to think carefully. Don’t go down the wrong path.

Anna Willow: Holly, the novelty is just temporary. I know you’ve reached the point where looking at your handsome cousin is like looking at a piece of bok choy.

But let me tell you, any other man would be like a shriveled-up weed by now.

Holly Winslow: "..."

She furiously typed out a long string of words: You guys are overthinking it. Xavier Jennings didn’t buy the milk tea. I used Mortimer Quincy’s allowance for next month to buy it.

Don’t worry, I’ll never get tired of looking at my Quincy the Puppy’s handsome face.

Anna Willow: I thought there was some big news for a second.

Hahaha, Holly, the more I see your handsome cousin, the more handsome he gets. He has that mature man vibe.

He’s a perfect fit for a novel’s male lead. Just one look and you can tell he’s got that smoldering intensity.

Iris Kensington: Handsome people get more handsome the more you look at them, and ugly people get uglier. This is an unchanging Iris-ism.

Anna Willow: Ellie, what about your Chris Chaucer then?

Iris Kensington: Ahem, of course he gets more and more handsome. Ahem, okay, that was twenty percent a lie.

He’s been working so much overtime lately, he’s even got dark circles under his eyes. I was planning to go see him in a couple of days.

But speaking of which, Holly, did you meet with Xavier Jennings today?

Holly Winslow: We just ran into each other on the street and exchanged a word or two.

Anna Willow: Xavier Jennings still isn’t dating anyone?

I ran into him at the station the other day when I came back. I thought he got more handsome, and I heard he won first prize in a sports competition. The reward was tens of thousands.

Iris Kensington: Where’d you hear that?

While those two were chatting in the group, Holly Winslow replied to Beau Sullivan’s message: No, it was my husband’s allowance.

After replying, she said a word to Wyatt Winslow and went back to her bedroom to make a call.

In his hotel room, Mortimer Quincy was already dressed, planning to "strike" and head back home that night.

The contract negotiation was the day after tomorrow; tomorrow was a free day.

Once the call connected, Holly Winslow carefully tested the waters. "Honey, what are you doing?"

"Getting ready to catch a cheater," Mortimer Quincy said grimly.

Holly Winslow: "..."

She confessed, "Honey, I used your allowance for next month to buy the milk tea."

Mortimer Quincy’s ruffled feathers were instantly smoothed. He raised an eyebrow. "Just wait till I get back to deal with you."

"Huh? You’re coming back?" Holly Winslow said, surprised.

Mortimer Quincy said, "My flight’s at 9:20. I’ll arrive at three in the morning. Honey, be ready to open the door for me."

Holly Winslow: "..."

She said seriously, "Don’t come back. Didn’t you say you have the contract negotiation the day after tomorrow? You’ll be fired if you come back without permission."

"I told my boss my wife is pregnant. He already approved it," Mortimer Quincy said.

Holly Winslow fell silent. "..."

...

A little after three, Mortimer Quincy called to be let in. Holly Winslow opened the door quietly, but before she could even get a good look at him, his lips were on hers, nibbling gently.

Her eyes widened slightly. She gently tapped him and whispered, her face blushing, "Dad’s home."

"Mm."

Mortimer Quincy let her go. Just then, the lights flicked on. They both looked over and saw Wyatt Winslow standing at his bedroom door.

Six eyes met, and the atmosphere grew a little tense.

Holly Winslow gave an awkward cough. "Dad, Mortimer Quincy is back."

"Mm." Wyatt Winslow glanced at the two of them, then went back into his bedroom.

Holly Winslow breathed a sigh of relief. "..."

She said with a smile, "I’ll go heat up some food for you."

"No need, I ate at the airport." Mortimer Quincy leaned down and kissed her. "A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold pieces. To bed, to sleep."

Holly Winslow: "..."

Thinking he must be tired from rushing to catch his flight, she didn’t say anything more.

She was considerate of the scoundrel, but the scoundrel was not "considerate" of her. The next morning, she overslept.

It was past ten o’clock.

When she woke up, Mortimer Quincy was already awake, lying on his side and playing with her hair. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Seeing her eyes open, the rascal said cheekily, "Was the milk tea good?"

Holly Winslow: "..."

’He got what he wanted and is still acting cute.’

She tilted her head up and bit his cheek. "It was delicious. How could something bought with someone’s allowance not be?"

"Quincy the Puppy, your allowance is down to nine hundred."

"Deduct it. It’s fine even if you deduct it all. The money your husband earns all belongs to you." Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow, showing he didn’t care.

Holly Winslow: "..."

’This scoundrel Mortimer Quincy’s only weakness is probably being cheated on.’

She thought it, and she said it. "Aren’t you afraid I’ll buy you a green hat?"

"Honey, are you trying to become a mother ahead of schedule?" Mortimer Quincy narrowed his eyes, looking at her with an intensity that suggested if she so much as said "yes," he’d get her pregnant in the next second.

Holly Winslow chickened out. "I’m getting up. I still have to go sign up for my class later."

"Lie here a bit longer." That scoundrel Mortimer Quincy had ulterior motives, his hand reaching up to lift her clothes. Holly Winslow didn’t hold back, letting him have a "slap."

"Honey, I have to leave this afternoon." Mortimer Quincy blinked and added, "Let’s ’exercise’ one more time. It strengthens the body and helps with weight loss."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’Like hell I believe him.’

In household matters, she was the absolute leader. In bed, that scoundrel Mortimer Quincy was the absolute controller.

Her resistance was zero.

By the time the two of them finally, dawdlingly got up, it was already noon. They went out for a big meal, and another two hundred was deducted from Mortimer Quincy’s already meager allowance.

When Holly Winslow told him the total deduction was now three hundred, Mortimer Quincy was curious what the extra few dozen were for, besides the milk tea. "What’s the other few dozen for?"

Holly Winslow huffed. "I’ll deduct it just because I feel like it."

Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow and reached out to pinch her cheek. "You truly live up to the name Head of the Winslow Family."

Holly Winslow lifted her chin. "Of course. When it comes to wifely authority, I, Holly Winslow, am second to none."

"Teacher Winslow’s knowledge is growing by the day. It would be a waste of Teacher Winslow’s talent not to produce thousands of top students in the future," Mortimer Quincy said, trying to hold back a laugh as he looked at her seriously.

Holly Winslow grinned. "Producing tens of millions of husbands wouldn’t be... HISS."

Mortimer Quincy rapped her on the head. "Do you want me to repeat what I said before our ’exercise’?"

Becoming a mother ahead of schedule.