Reborn with My Geniu Chapter 112: Damn It, My Wife Wants to Cheat

Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Damn It, My Wife Wants to Cheat

"It’s all settled."

Holly Winslow was deeply touched. She reached out and linked arms with the two of them, smiling mischievously. "Hmph, I’m going to report you two to Mr. Carlton."

"Oh my, I’m so scared." Anna Willow patted her chest, her eyes curving into crescents as she smiled.

Just then, Valerie Walsh and her friends ca out of the classroom. Anna Willow stared at Valerie’s face. ’This must be the girl Zeke Zane said was really pretty.’

She struck a "big sister" pose and said, "Hey, you’re the ones who bullied our Holly, right? You think our Holly has no one to back her up? Let

tell you, I’m the top dog at Jarton Second High, so you’d better watch out, or I’ll *ss you up*." She put extra emphasis on the word "ss."

"You’d better watch yourselves. If there’s a next ti, we’ll be waiting for you at the school gate!" Iris Kensington added, hands on her hips as she laid down the threat.

Valerie Walsh and her friends had no idea who the "top dog of Jarton Second High" was, but their faces turned pale with fear just at the ntion of the title.

A crowd had started to gather at the door. Holly Winslow snapped back to reality and quickly pulled her two friends down the stairs.

The dean of discipline would probably show up soon. She wasn’t afraid for herself, but if Anna Willow and Iris Kensington got reported, they would definitely get a beating when they got ho.

Mortir Quincy followed behind them. Zeke Zane and Pantheon caught up, and Pantheon asked curiously, "Mortir, is your cousin’s friend really a top dog?"

Mortir Quincy just raised an eyebrow and said nothing.

Once they were out of the school gate, Anna Willow and Iris Kensington both patted their chests in relief. Anna Willow let out a breath. "That was terrifying. I almost couldn’t keep up the act."

Iris Kensington burst out laughing, bending over with hilarity. "HAHAHA! Anna, when you called yourself the ’top dog,’ I almost died laughing."

Holly Winslow, though touched, couldn’t help but laugh too. "My dear top dogs, let

treat you to so bubble tea."

"I want a double-skin milk pudding," Iris Kensington said, not standing on ceremony.

Anna Willow smiled. " too. Blueberry flavor."

"Okay."

Holly Winslow turned and waved to Mortir Quincy. "You can head back first. I’m going to hang out with Anna and Ellie for a bit." Without waiting for his reply, the three girls skipped away happily.

Pantheon shot Mortir Quincy a look. "Wanna go play so gas?"

"Yeah." Mortir Quincy sent Holly Winslow a text, telling her to let him know when she was heading ho.

...

In the days leading up to 5/20, both male and female students were busy preparing love letters for the occasion. The popular Mortir Quincy naturally received quite a few.

Every ti he ca back from lunch, there would be several new love letters in his desk drawer.

So girls even got the desks mixed up and stuffed their letters into the desk of Holly Winslow, his actual girlfriend.

Holly Winslow was bumd. She hadn’t received a single love letter, which felt a bit "defeating."

Back at Jarton Second High, she used to get plenty of love letters.

Thinking of this, she took out a palm-sized mirror to look at herself. ’Ahem, I’m pretty good-looking.’

Then she leaned close to Mortir Quincy, who was doing his howork, and tilted her head. "Hubby, am I pretty?"

Mortir Quincy stopped writing and turned to look at her seriously. An oval face, almond-shaped eyes, fair skin—for a student, she was the type of girl who was exceptionally beautiful.

’For him, well... she’s the type of girl he’d really, *really* like to sleep with.’

"You’re beautiful."

"I think so too."

Holly Winslow got the answer she wanted and lifted her chin smugly. But then she quickly mumbled, "Then how co I haven’t gotten any love letters?"

’So she was worried about being pretty because she hadn’t received any love letters?’

’Damn it, is my wife thinking of cheating on ?’

Mortir Quincy flicked her on the forehead and said darkly, "Whose love letter do you want, wifey? I’ll go get it for you."

’Yikes.’

Holly Winslow could practically sll the jealousy wafting off him. She propped her chin on her hand and deliberately pretended to think it over seriously.

The next second, her forehead got another flick. Mortir Quincy’s displeased voice followed, "Looks like you don’t have enough howork. I’m going to quiz you on chemistry later today. If you can’t recite it, you’ll copy it a hundred tis."

Holly Winslow rubbed her forehead and glared at him, annoyed. She was just about to open her mouth when that rascal Mortir Quincy cut her off again, "Say one more word, and you start copying right now."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’The tyranny of Scholar Quincy.’

Just then, Pantheon turned around. He glanced at Holly Winslow, then at Luna Lynch, before lowering his voice. "Cousin, Rook asked if you know how to fold paper hearts."

Holly Winslow understood imdiately and nodded. "I do. What kind of heart does he want?"

Pantheon turned to ask Paul Powell, then quickly turned back. "Any kind is fine. Cousin, can you fold one for Rook?"

Seeing her nod again, Pantheon handed her a pretty, square piece of red paper.

Quincy the Vinegar Jar glanced over and raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything.

Holly Winslow began to fold the paper. Her small, fair hands quickly ford a double-sided heart. "Done."

"Cousin, you fold them so beautifully."

Just as Pantheon reached out to take it, another hand intercepted it. A male voice said, neither lightly nor heavily, "If he wants one, tell him to fold it himself."

Pantheon: "..."

’You didn’t say anything when she was folding it, but now that it’s done, you say he should fold it himself. You obviously just want the heart for yourself.’

’Mortir Quincy, is your heart black?’

He not only thought it, he said it out loud. "Mortir, is your heart black?"

"Even if it were rainbow-colored, it would have nothing to do with you." Mortir Quincy tucked the paper heart into his book.

Pantheon: "..."

"Mortir, what are you doing? Give it back to him." Holly Winslow tried to reach for it.

Mortir Quincy imdiately slumped over his desk, pressing the book underneath him, and said softly, "No. My girlfriend folded it."

Holly Winslow: "..."

Pantheon: "..."

’Screw single people, I guess.’

He turned around and told Paul Powell what had happened.

Paul Powell: "..."

"No way. It’s just a paper heart. Mortir’s sister complex is way too serious."

’It’s not a sister complex, it’s a girlfriend complex.’

Pantheon shrugged in agreent.

Paul Powell said, "Switch seats with . I’ll go learn from our cousin."

It was lunchti, so Gabe Chaucer wouldn’t say anything about them switching seats.

Paul Powell swapped seats with Pantheon and started learning how to fold paper hearts from Holly Winslow.

When Gabe Chaucer ca by, Zeke Zane gave the two a heads-up, and they quickly started discussing problems on an English test paper they had ready.

Gabe Chaucer glanced over, then left the classroom, satisfied.

Perhaps it was because boys are clumsy with their hands, but Paul Powell’s folded heart looked like it had been stepped on and squashed.

Zeke Zane rcilessly "mocked" him, "Rook, is that supposed to be a heart? Looks more like a lung to ."

Holly Winslow let out an ungracious laugh, then realized it wasn’t very nice. "Ahem," she said, trying to console him, "It’s fine. It’ll get better after you fold a few more. The first one I ever folded for Mortir was just like this."

The mont the words left her mouth, she realized her mistake. "..."

eting the gazes of Zeke Zane and Paul Powell, she tried to cover up her slip of the tongue. "Ahem, people say that folding ninety-nine paper hearts brings good health."

Hearing her forced explanation, Mortir Quincy let out a low chuckle. "Is that so? I had no idea ninety-nine hearts ant good health. I thought it ant ’I love you.’"

He paused, then pretended to be confused. "Hm? It doesn’t an ’I love you’?"

Holly Winslow’s cheeks burned. She secretly pinched him. ’Why are you causing trouble?’

Zeke Zane, who had just taken a critical hit: "..."

The next second, he turned back around.

"Mortir, your cousin is so great. What good deeds did you do in your past life?" Paul Powell didn’t overthink it and was genuinely envious of Mortir Quincy.

Mortir Quincy raised an eyebrow. "Well, it’s not like you’ll ever have a chance."

Paul Powell: "..."