Chapter 313: Chapter 323: Wyatt Winslow: He Missed His Daughter

Holly Winslow: "..."

What followed were ten long kisses, leaving her lips feeling numb.

Damn Mortimer Quincy had multiplied it by ten.

She pounded his chest. "Quincy the Puppy, you’re a cunning businessman."

Hearing the two words "cunning businessman," Mortimer felt it was necessary to live up to the title. In the blink of an eye, he had her pinned on the bed. "Cunning businessman? Hubby is about to satisfy his wifey."

...

Mortimer stayed for three days. Aside from the time Holly spent in class, the two of them basically stayed in the hotel.

There was no need to find it strange; it had been the same in their past life.

By now, it wasn’t just Holly’s back that ached—her whole body was sore. Stricken with a guilty conscience, that scoundrel Mortimer booked her hotel room for another half-month before he left and stocked it with a huge pile of snacks and fruit.

After some grumbling and mumbling, she helped herself to a good amount of the food but didn’t forget to bring some for the Dean of Students.

It had to be said that you could really learn a lot from listening to good teachers lecture. At the very least, Holly had truly learned a great deal this past month.

When it came to the month-end teacher assessment test, Holly had basically no problems answering the questions. The day the results came out, you could say she had performed exceptionally well.

Among the thirty-some teachers, her score was the highest—first place.

It was a surprise to all the other teachers; even the principal of the school found it unexpected.

She was too young; it seemed impossible.

But in their hearts, they all knew she couldn’t have cheated.

Regarding others’ doubts, Holly’s Dean of Students found it perfectly natural. After all, a score in the 730s was a rare sight, even at this school.

A perfect score like Mortimer’s was even rarer.

The principal called Holly in for a private talk. Compared to his previous disregard for her, his current attitude could be described as quite good.

He took a sip of tea. "I hear you’re a Branton University student?"

Holly nodded.

"Not graduated yet?" the principal asked.

"No, I’m graduating this year."

"Ah. Are you interested in coming to our school?"

The principal continued, "Our school is excellent in all respects. It’s suitable for recent graduates like you. You’ll also learn a lot, and the compensation is quite good."

This school was indeed very good, one that many teachers wanted to get into. Without a second thought, Holly shook her head and refused. "Principal, my home is over there. I’m not considering developing my career out of town."

She paused for a moment before adding, "It’s the same being a teacher anywhere. As long as I do my best, that’s what matters."

The principal was taken aback for a moment and sized her up. "You’re too young to understand what comes later. Ideals are ideals, but life is life."

When he later found out she was the wealthy benefactor who had donated a building to the school, he would wish he had never said those words.

Holly nodded. She understood these principles. That was why, in both her past life and this one, she was grateful to Wyatt Winslow and Mortimer Quincy for giving her a life of abundance.

It allowed her to earnestly dedicate herself to doing what she wanted to do.

She was luckier than many people.

Many people would have to work far harder than her to have a better life.

On the taxi ride back to the airport, Holly noticed the Dean of Students glancing at her several times, as if she had something to say.

Holly knew in her heart what it was about. She said with a smile, "Dean, is something wrong?"

The dean glanced at her, then pushed up her glasses. "Why didn’t you accept? It would be good for you."

"Because my home is in Jarton County, and my students are there too," Holly said earnestly.

Although she hadn’t been teaching for long, she had already grown attached to her students.

The Dean of Students paused, then she smiled. "Mortimer Quincy said the same thing back then. When he was transitioning from middle school to high school, many schools were fighting over him, offering much better conditions than Jarton High. But he enrolled at Jarton High without hesitation."

She paused for a moment, then said seriously, "You two are the most outstanding students I have ever seen. Your Teacher Chaucer says so as well."

Holly chuckled. "Really? I thought you all would consider Mortimer and me your biggest headaches."

The dean shook her head. "If you two were headaches, then the other students were even bigger headaches."

"Although, your puppy love back then did give us a headache later on. The principal even said it was impossible."

"At the time, I was also wondering who was spreading rumors and was determined to deduct their points."

Holly couldn’t help but smile. She apologized sincerely, "Dean, I’m sorry. Mortimer and I lied."

The dean shook her head again. "What’s there to be sorry for? As long as you didn’t let yourselves down, that’s the best outcome."

"You’re a teacher now too, so you should understand why schools prohibit young love. It’s not that we disapprove, but because students lack self-control and can easily get distracted from their studies."

"We’ve been through it ourselves. We can only tirelessly repeat the importance of studying to the students over and over again."

"We just hope they won’t have regrets in the future."

...

The two of them chatted all the way to the airport, and their relationship inexplicably grew closer.

It was already between six and seven in the evening when she got home. Holly instinctively went back to her own home—that is, her parents’ house. She only realized the issue after she opened the door.

Wyatt Winslow heard the noise and came out to look. When he saw it was her, his whole expression softened. "You’re back?"

"The training is over."

Holly put down her suitcase and glanced at the table, where a half-eaten bowl of plain noodles sat. She looked up at Wyatt, her expression complex. "Dad, is this all you’re eating?"

Wyatt glanced at it and lied, "It was beef noodle soup. I already ate the beef."

’How could beef noodle soup be so clear and oil-free?’ But she didn’t call him out on it. She rubbed her stomach and said coaxingly, "Dad, I’m so hungry. Are there any vegetables in the fridge? I’ll stir-fry a couple of dishes."

She opened the fridge to find it completely empty. Turning to look at Wyatt, her nose tingled and she felt a pang of guilt. "Dad, you have to take good care of yourself."

Wyatt nodded and explained, "I just finished the groceries. I’ll go buy more tomorrow."

"Okay, then I’ll go with you tomorrow, Dad. I have the day off anyway."

Holly went up and linked her arm with his. "Dad, let’s go out for roast duck. Hehe, let’s not tell Mortimer so we can sneak a few extra bites."

Wyatt hummed in agreement. Looking at his daughter’s face, he realized the house wasn’t so cold and empty anymore.

He had missed his daughter.

Mortimer knew Holly was coming back today. When he got home between seven and eight and found his wife wasn’t there, and neither was her suitcase, it was obvious she had gone to her father-in-law’s house.

In their past life, his wife would remember to visit her parents and her in-laws, but she would always forget to come back to their own little nest.

And she would forget about him, her husband, too.

But this was one bout of jealousy he couldn’t afford to indulge in.

If he did, his father-in-law would probably give him a piece of his mind.

He headed over to his father-in-law’s house. When he opened the door, he found no one was there either. They had probably gone out to eat.

He took out his pajamas, took a shower, and then snuggled into bed to wait for his wife to come home.

Before long, Holly called to check up on her dear husband. "Honey, you’re not home yet?"

"I’m home."

"Oh, well, come over to Dad’s place for some roast duck. We saved some for you."

"Already showered and lying in my wife’s princess bed."

Holly Winslow: "..."

She quickly said, "You’d better be wearing your pajama pants! I just changed the sheets."

His wife was starting to nag again. Mortimer chuckled and uttered two lewd words, "Took ’em off."