Chapter 190: Chapter 190: That Was My Clone—Justin Quincy
By the ti they finished dinner, it was already a few minutes past midnight. The neighborhood streetlights had gone out, leaving the world outside pitch black.
After drinking so water, Holly Winslow suddenly rembered sothing. She pulled a box from her suitcase and handed it to Wyatt Winslow, saying with a grin, "Dad, this is for you."
Seeing the confused look on his face, she explained, "Doesn’t your neck hurt, Dad? This is a massaging pillow. My roommate said it’s really effective. Her grandma uses one, and now her neck doesn’t hurt at all."
Wyatt Winslow had never told her his neck was bothering him. He pressed his lips together and accepted the gift, his tone a bit subdued. "You don’t have to buy
things in the future."
"I have money, Dad."
Of course, Holly Winslow knew what he ant. ’He’s worried I don’t have the money.’
Both Jarton Second High and B University had given her scholarships. While not as much as Mortir Quincy received, it was still a considerable sum.
She had originally wanted to give the money to Wyatt Winslow, but he had refused and told her to keep it for herself.
Wyatt Winslow’s grip on the box tightened. He adjusted his glasses and looked up at Holly Winslow. Her eyes were so clear and bright that he couldn’t bring himself to say what was on his mind. "It’s getting late. Go get so sleep."
’Holly... your mother has a child now.’
...
Perhaps because he’d been denied the prize he’d been so close to claiming, Holly Winslow could feel Scholar Quincy’s profound sulkiness.
Sexually frustrated.
Take right now, for example.
With Wyatt Winslow off at work, she was curled up on the sofa, watching TV and sending a text: What are you up to?
Mortir Quincy replied almost instantly: Cultivating my indestructible body.
Holly Winslow: ...
’Indestructible my ass.’
She quickly typed out a reply: Quincy the Puppy, are you trying to be snarky?
The cold war had begun.
Mortir Quincy caved instantly, showing absolutely no backbone: Honey, that wasn’t . It was my alter ego—Justin Quincy.
Holly Winslow cracked up, giggling at her phone. ’An alter ego? Alter ego my ass!’
A mischievous glint appeared in her eye as she typed back: My husband’s broken. Guess it’s ti to get a new one.
A few seconds later, a call from Mortir Quincy ca through. His voice, laced with mock indignation, ca over the line. "Feeling brave, are we?"
Holly Winslow snorted, completely unafraid of him. "You’re the one who’s gotten brave. Are you trying to break up with ?"
"In the old days, I’d have you in a tiout corner in a heartbeat."
"I want to get married."
Mortir Quincy, sitting on his sofa, added, "Let’s go to the movies this afternoon."
"A mystery or a horror film?"
Before Mortir Quincy could answer, Holly Winslow continued, "There’s a really popular movie out right now called *Ghost Cry*. I hear it’s terrifying."
Again, before he could speak, she added, "Actually, never mind. Let’s see *The Explorer* instead. It has really high ratings."
"So, Quincy the Puppy, what do you want to see?"
This was a question with a blatantly obvious answer, and Mortir Quincy saw it coming. He’d been through this song and dance far too many tis.
Quincy the Moneybags gave the perfect answer, "We’ll see both. The first one’s at one, we’ll be done by five. I’ll get you ho before your dad gets back."
Holly Winslow lifted her chin. ’Quincy the Moneybags really knows what he’s doing.’ With the plan set, she hung up, changed her clothes, and headed out.
At the movie theater, three couples had an unexpected run-in.
The mont Holly Winslow and Mortir Quincy entered the theater, they saw two other couples waiting in the lobby: Anna Willow’s and Iris Kensington’s. All twelve of their eyes t.
Anna Willow and Iris Kensington rubbed their noses guiltily. They shuffled apart to make a space between them and pulled Holly Winslow down to sit, cooing obsequiously, "Holly, our little fairy."
Holly feigned anger. "So this is you two being ’busy’?"
"Ditching
for your boyfriends, and you even lied and said you were busy until tomorrow. Our friendship is over."
She’d been trying to make plans with Anna Willow and Iris Kensington since yesterday, but they’d both claid to be busy. One said she had to visit her grandmother, the other said she had to spend ti with her mother.
Turns out "grandma" and "mom" were just code for their boyfriends.
Iris Kensington and Anna Willow had only just bumped into each other themselves, and both had been stunned for a mont upon seeing the other.
Neither had expected to have their lies exposed to each other so unceremoniously.
The two exchanged a look, then simultaneously linked arms with Holly Winslow. Anna Willow put on a fawning expression. "A chance encounter is better than a planned date! Holly, it must be fate!"
Iris Kensington nodded in agreent. "Totally! It’s fate, it’s fate! The sa movie theater at the exact sa ti."
Holly swatted at them playfully, narrowing her eyes. "Fate my ass. If I hadn’t caught you, you would’ve kept lying to ."
As she spoke, she pointed toward the popcorn counter for Mortir Quincy and held up two fingers.
Mortir Quincy nodded and headed off to buy popcorn. Zeke Zane got up and followed him. "What are you guys seeing?"
"You’ll find out in a bit." Although Mortir Quincy didn’t know Holly and her two friends that well, he had already figured a few things out about them.
Zeke Zane: "..."
anwhile, Anna Willow and Iris Kensington were clinging to Holly. Iris said with a sly grin, "Holly, I’ll buy you bubble tea later to make it up to you."
Holly huffed twice. "Fine, you’re forgiven. What are you guys seeing?"
"*Ghost Cry*," Anna Willow said excitedly.
Iris Kensington nodded. "Us too."
Holly Winslow: "..."
’Their tastes really were identical.’
It wasn’t just their taste in movies that was the sa; their seats were also in the sa row.
Zeke Zane, who all along had just been hoping to hold hands during the movie: "..."
’It’s fine,’ he thought. ’There’s still the next show.’
Unexpectedly, all three couples were in the sa showing for the second movie as well. Holly Winslow, Anna Willow, and Iris Kensington couldn’t hold back their laughter, looking for all the world like the poster children for "Best Friends Forever."
Zeke Zane: "..."
Mortir Quincy had expected as much. By now, he’d found a comfortable way to hold Holly Winslow’s hand, his eyes on the "ghost" with its gaping, bloody maw on the screen.
’My girl is terrified of mice and cockroaches, yet she loves this kind of gory, horrifying imagery.’
The first ti they’d gone to the movies, Holly Winslow had bought the tickets, saying it was her treat.
He had assud it would be so sappy little romance drama, the kind perfect for holding hands.
Instead, it turned out to be a thriller that opened with a shot of a python’s massive, gaping maw.
The whiplash from expecting a sweet romance to seeing a gaping python maw had given him quite a "shock."
After the movie, she had asked him cheerfully, "Wasn’t that great? If you liked it, I’ll treat you again next ti."
At the ti, his expression had gone blank for a few seconds before he managed to say, "Sure."
Holly Winslow later explained that it was a test of a boyfriend’s courage. No cowards allowed.
It didn’t matter how handso he was.
Thinking back on it, he glanced at Holly Winslow in the dim theater light. She seed to be thoroughly enjoying herself.
He raised an eyebrow, then suddenly leaned close to her and whispered mischievously, "Honey, look at ."
Holly Winslow instinctively turned to look at him. The next second, sothing soft brushed against her lips. She: "..."
She grabbed a piece of popcorn and stuffed it in his mouth, then made a silly face at him.
Mortir Quincy chuckled, a low laugh rumbling in his chest. He wrapped his arm around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder. "Honey, I’m scared."
Holly Winslow: "..."
’Yeah, right.’
Anna Willow and Iris Kensington leaned forward to peek past their boyfriends and snickered.
With Mortir Quincy taking the lead, Zeke Zane "very naturally" took Anna Willow’s hand. Anna blushed.
...
For the next few days, Holly Winslow went to the countryside and spent ti with Walter Winslow and Joan Sawyer. Wyatt Winslow ca to stay for a day or two as well. On the last day of her vacation, it was ti for Holly to head back to school.
Naturally, Wyatt Winslow was there to see her off.
Joan Sawyer held onto her hand, reluctant to let go, and insisted on stuffing two thousand yuan into it. "Holly, you take care of yourself out there. Use this money to buy so new clothes for yourself and Miles."
"I will, Grandma."
Holly Winslow accepted the money. She glanced at Wyatt Winslow, who was standing nearby, then pulled Joan Sawyer a little farther away. "Grandma, you and Grandpa should move to the county seat. It’ll be more lively with the whole family together."
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