Chapter 125: Chapter 125: So, Should We Date?
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, the two went upstairs. A mont later, Mortir ca back down.
Pantheon waggled his eyebrows suggestively at him. ’That was fast?’
Mortir ignored him completely and handed a light blanket to Zeke, motioning for him to cover Anna and the other girl.
It was a little cold even with the AC on.
Zeke Zane: "..."
’Why ?’
He dutifully covered the two girls.
When the barbecue arrived, the guys went to the living room to eat. It wasn’t until everyone was settled for the night that Mortir returned to the bedroom.
The blanket had already been kicked to one side, and her skirt had ridden up to her thighs, revealing her long, slender legs.
He swallowed hard. ’This is a real damn test of a man’s self-control.’
He walked over and pulled the blanket back over her, then grabbed his pajamas and went to another room to wash up and go to sleep.
When Holly Winslow woke up the next day, it was already ten o’clock. Anna and the others had already left.
Holly checked her phone and saw several missed calls from her father. She quickly called him back. "Dad, I fell asleep. I’m on my way ho now."
Her father, who had already spoken with Anna Willow, grunted in acknowledgnt. He hesitated for a mont before saying, "Holly, I’ve got sothing urgent to take care of. Can I take you to school this afternoon instead? I’ve already transferred the tuition money to Mr. Carlton."
"Dad, I can just take a taxi. It’s not far," Holly said. "Did sothing happen at the factory?"
Wyatt Winslow didn’t hide the truth. "A worker’s hand got injured by a machine at the factory. I’m going to the hospital to check on him."
Holly asked worriedly, "Dad, is it serious?"
"I don’t know yet. He’s in surgery right now."
Wyatt insisted, "I’ll take you to school this afternoon. You have too much stuff to carry."
"It’s okay, Dad. I’ll have Mortir help
carry everything." Holly didn’t want to add to his worries.
’An industrial accident like this was never easy to handle.’
When he heard Mortir’s na, Wyatt didn’t protest further. "Alright. Call
when you get to school. I put your allowance on your card. Call
if it’s not enough."
After hanging up, Holly checked her ssages. There was an extra three thousand in her bank account.
Mortir brought their food to the table and saw Holly sprawled out on the sofa again, dozing. He sat down beside her and stroked her hair. "Honey, still sleepy?"
With her eyes still closed, Holly wrapped her arms around his waist and nuzzled against his lap. "Just five more minutes."
"Alright."
Mortir leaned back on the sofa and took out his phone. There were dozens of ssages in the dorm group chat.
Pantheon: Dudes, I feel completely hollowed out. I’m so tired I could fall asleep while walking.
Paul Powell: Don’t even start. Every ti I close my eyes, all I see are freaking math problems.
Zeke Zane: My mom asked if I had fun gaming last night. She said the dark circles under my eyes are so huge I could pass for a panda.
I told her I was doing howork at Mortir’s place. My mom said I’ve used Mortir’s na as an excuse so many tis it’s worn thin.
I’ll never trust Mortir again.
Pantheon: The bromance is dead.
Paul Powell: I’m breaking up with him too.
Mortir finished reading and raised an eyebrow. He typed: I only have a romantic relationship.
Seven people replied with ellipses. "..."
Exactly five minutes later, Holly woke up. Mortir was impressed. "Go wash your face and brush your teeth. Use my toothbrush, the blue one."
"Okay." Holly rubbed her eyes.
After they finished eating, Mortir started loading the bedding into the car, then helped Holly with her belongings.
It was already 11:00 AM by the ti they arrived at school. They went to turn in their howork to Gabe Chaucer first, who glanced through it before completing their registration.
Cars weren’t allowed on campus, so they had to carry everything in from the school gate. The two of them made five or six trips back and forth before they were finished.
Girls’ Dorm, Room 206
At this point, all the beds were made except for Holly’s.
Holly was making the bed. "Mortir, hand
the pillow. It’s on the left side of the suitcase."
Mortir bent down, opened the suitcase, and picked up the pillow. Underneath, eight cups of instant noodles lay exposed. He looked up at a sheepish Holly. "How many of these have you been sneaking in the dorm?"
Holly rubbed her nose and said ekly, "Dad packed them for ."
’AAAAAH! I can’t believe I forgot about the instant noodles!’
’I’m dood. He’s going to confiscate them.’
Sure enough.
Mortir didn’t buy it for a second. "I’m taking these with
later."
"Huh?"
Holly pouted, trying to bargain, "Co on, just leave
half."
’We only get a break once a month our senior year! A life without instant noodles is a soulless one!’
Mortir remained silent, clearly not agreeing. In the end, he took all the cups to his dorm room and handed them out to Zeke and the others.
Pantheon took a cup of noodles. "Tsk, tsk," he said. "So you have a conscience after all. I’ll go get hot water. Rook, help
open this."
Zeke and the others each grabbed a cup, tore off the lid, and poured in hot water.
Holly Winslow: "..."
She shot Mortir a wounded look. He just stroked her head. "Be good. I’ll take you out for barbecue later."
"Really?" Holly’s eyes lit up.
Mortir nodded. "And I’ll buy you an ice cream cone."
Pantheon and the others: "..."
The instant noodles hadn’t even finished cooking, but they’d already lost their appeal.
Watching the "cousins" leave the dorm, Chase Hawkins stirred his cup with a fork. "Hey! This is a scam! It’s supposed to be beef-flavored, so where’s the beef?! Total ripoff!!"
"Is there no justice in this world?!"
Pantheon was despondent. Being forced to witness their PDA was one thing, but now he had to hear about their fancy dinner dates too. If they announced their engagent next, he felt like he might as well just "jump off a building."
Paul Powell slurped a big mouthful of noodles, his tone mournful. "Well, at least my pickled cabbage noodles actually have pickled cabbage."
...
It was still early after the barbecue, so the two went to see a movie. It was past three when they ca out. She took out her phone and saw several missed calls from Wyatt.
She quickly called back, "Dad, you’re at the school? We’ll be right back. We just went out to eat."
After hanging up, they hurried back toward campus, grabbing a takeout rice bowl on the way.
A white car was parked by the school gate. Inside, Wyatt Winslow leaned back in the driver’s seat, rubbing the space between his eyebrows. He must have been exhausted, because he’d drifted off to sleep.
He wasn’t sure how much ti had passed when a "KNOCK KNOCK" startled him awake. Outside, his daughter had her face pressed to the window, peering in and calling, "Dad."
His eyes softened.
After opening the car door, he said, "Why are you only eating now?"
"I wasn’t hungry at lunchti," Holly said, handing him the food. "You haven’t eaten, have you, Dad? We got this for you. Hurry up and eat."
Wyatt paused for a mont before taking it. "I’ll eat in a bit. Is your bed all set up?"
"It’s all set up. Everything’s done. Dad, just get back in the car and eat." Holly knew her father too well; he wouldn’t be arriving this late if he hadn’t been busy right up until this mont.
She and Mortir then got into the back seat. Grinning, she said, "Dad, let
tell you, I just saw a guy step in dog poop, and the look on his face was hilarious! Hahaha."
Wyatt sat in the driver’s seat, opened the food container, and listened to her talk while he ate.
Mortir watched as Holly deliberately made up a silly story just to amuse her father, and he let out a soft chuckle.
He rembered the first ti he’d started to fall for Holly. She had told a similar story about soone stepping in dog poop, asking him, "Mortir, isn’t that funny?"
It hadn’t really been funny, but he had laughed.
He had said, "Holly, let’s go out."
Holly’s reaction back then was completely different from what a normal person’s would be. She’d just gone "Huh?" before saying, "I didn’t step in the dog poop."
Back then, he had laughed so hard his shoulders shook. "I’m the one who stepped in the dog poop. So, how about it? Should we go out?"
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