Chapter 205: Chapter 205: Dad, I Will Definitely Marry Him
Standing nearby, Wyatt Winslow pressed his lips together tightly, then finally turned and walked out of the kitchen.
Seeing Mortir Quincy co out, Holly Winslow stuck her tongue out at him, gloating a little. The kitchen door hadn’t been closed, so she had, of course, heard their conversation.
Mortir Quincy raised an eyebrow, put down the fruit, and sat beside her. With Wyatt Winslow present, his posture was so proper it was beyond reproach.
Holly Winslow tsk-tsked twice, then looked at Wyatt Winslow. "Dad, you don’t eat people, do you?" she asked, then burst out laughing.
Wyatt Winslow froze for a mont. Once he understood, he glanced at Mortir Quincy and said, "Just relax."
Mortir Quincy: "..."
At 5:30, Wyatt Winslow raised his wrist to check his watch, then looked at Mortir Quincy. "Are your parents free? Let’s have dinner together."
The Quincy family had treated them to a al last ti, and as Holly Winslow’s father, he had to return the favor.
Mortir Quincy nodded. "Okay." He then called his parents, and they agreed.
The group t at the entrance to the residential complex. Since they had t once before, the atmosphere this ti was much more relaxed.
During dinner, Andre Quincy took the initiative to bring up the subject of an engagent. He had no ulterior motives; he was simply thinking that the two of them had been together for quite a while now.
They needed to offer Holly Winslow so security and put the Winslow family’s minds at ease.
Wyatt Winslow didn’t agree imdiately. He glanced at Holly Winslow, and Andre Quincy understood his aning. "Why don’t you go back and discuss it?" Andre said, understanding. "Mortir’s mother and I have already talked it over."
"Holly’s dad, rest assured, our Mortir is not a reckless person, and the Quincy family wouldn’t allow it either."
"All the proper traditions for the engagent will be observed. We won’t let Holly be slighted in any way."
Wyatt Winslow didn’t care about material things. As long as Holly was happy and truly loved Mortir, he would have agreed even if the Quincy family was dirt poor.
He only cared about character.
What mattered was how well he treated Holly.
For the Quincy family to bring it up so proactively, it was clear they valued Holly and were showing her the utmost respect.
His tone softened sowhat. "Mm."
"We’ll discuss it at ho."
Andre Quincy nodded and then proactively changed the subject.
That was the Quincy family for you—they never made anyone feel uncomfortable.
「A little after 9:00 p.m.」
「The Winslow Residence」
When Holly Winslow ca out after her shower, she saw Wyatt Winslow sitting on the sofa. He clearly had sothing he wanted to say to her.
She sat down next to him with a smile and brought up the engagent herself. "Dad, I’ll do whatever you say. If you think it’s a good idea, then it is. If you don’t, then it isn’t."
Seeing her try to charm him like a little girl, Wyatt Winslow asked in a low voice, "Do you want to marry him?"
On this point, Holly Winslow nodded very seriously. "Dad, I will marry him. He’s incredibly important to , just like you are."
For a mont, Wyatt Winslow was at a loss for words. He thought for a second, then decided to explain the matter to her more thoroughly. ’After all, what does a girl who isn’t even twenty yet really know about marriage?’
"Do you know what marriage is? It’s not the sa as just dating. Marriage ans becoming a family. It requires mutual tolerance, understanding, and care."
He paused, then used himself as an example. "The divorce between your mother and
was largely my fault. I was too busy with work. I neglected you and your mom, and it caused our family to fall apart."
It was a thorn stuck in his throat—one he could neither pull out nor swallow.
He knew the bitterness of it all, and he didn’t want Holly to walk the sa path.
’Absolutely not.’
’Wyatt Winslow was very busy with work, but he always ca ho to spend ti with them whenever he was free.’
’That wasn’t neglect. It was a man trying his absolute best to hold his family together.’
’Before she was married, Holly hadn’t been able to understand. She used to think that if Wyatt Winslow had just been ho more, he and Yvonne Lewis would never have divorced.’
’But after she married Mortir Quincy, they both had jobs. Sotis they were so busy they wouldn’t see each other for days on end, but their feelings never faded. On the contrary, absence only made the heart grow fonder.’
’It was only then that she finally understood: whether soone’s heart changes has nothing to do with how much ti you spend together.’
’The heart is what matters.’
’Yvonne Lewis’s heart was no longer with Wyatt Winslow.’
"Dad, you’ve done an amazing job," Holly said. "At least, I think you’re a wonderful father. The best in the entire world."
Holly linked her arm through his and added, "Dad, if you et the right person, you should get married."
Wyatt Winslow was stunned. He’d thought Holly would be vehently opposed to the idea. He was silent for more than ten seconds before saying, "Having you is enough for ."
’If Holly had gone with Yvonne Lewis, he might have truly lost all aning in life.’
In the month after his divorce from Yvonne Lewis, Holly got into trouble every single day. But he never grew tired of it or washed his hands of her. On the contrary, he was just thankful that his daughter was still with him.
Holly leaned her head on his shoulder, her nose tingling as she held back tears. "Dad, if you et the right person, don’t hesitate. And don’t worry about . More than you want
to have a good life, I want you to have a good life."
...
The plane landed in B-City at 1:00 p.m. Holly Winslow had planned to go straight back to school, but that rascal Mortir Quincy insisted on going ho first.
’She’d be a poor excuse for his girlfriend if she couldn’t guess his little sche.’
After an "epic battle" that lasted for more than an hour, Holly gave up on the idea of returning to school.
Mortir Quincy was propped up against the headboard, his arm around Holly as he idly stroked her hair. "Wifey, are you done with tutoring?"
Holly was lying on his chest. "I’ll probably have to find a new student."
Thinking of Chloe Hollis, she couldn’t help but sigh. "Hubby, if every student were like you, my life would be complete."
Mortir Quincy raised an eyebrow. "I can’t be that as a student, but I absolutely can as a husband."
She was trying to talk seriously, and he was just ssing around. Holly slapped his chest in annoyance. "Quincy the Puppy, if I’d known you were such a scoundrel, I never would have fallen for you."
"You figured it out too late, wifey. You’re already stuck on this ship with ."
"I can get off if I want to."
Hearing that, a displeased Mortir Quincy leaned over and pinned her down. "Why don’t you try getting off?"
Sensing a certain kind of threat, Holly Winslow: "..."
She chickened out.
...
Aside from coursework, university life was packed with club activities. To enrich her school experience, Holly decided to participate in an English debate competition.
This competition was quite prestigious. The winner was said to receive a school recomndation for an internship at a city-level, state-owned enterprise. The pay was reportedly three thousand yuan for working on weekends.
That wasn’t a small amount.
Most of the participants were foreign language majors. Students like Holly, who were from other disciplines, were few and far between.
Holly wasn’t so blindly confident as to assu she’d take first place. She spent several days in a row in the study hall, and even her evening strolls on the track were replaced by study sessions.
A certain Mr. Quincy was already quite displeased but didn’t dare to complain.
On the day of the competition, Mortir Quincy went to cheer her on. Zeke Zane, Pantheon, and his roommates all tagged along to watch the excitent.
Guys tend to judge by looks first. Take Mortir’s roommate, Xavier Jennings, for example. (And no, this was not the sa Xavier Jennings from Holly’s high school.)
"It’s true, the Foreign Languages departnt is full of hotties. I’m going to get soone’s number later."
Another roommate, Howard Gardner, scanned the girls nearby and whispered, "I still think Mortir Quincy’s girlfriend is the prettiest."
On that point, Xavier Jennings agreed. "Yeah, she’s really good-looking."
Mortir Quincy shot him a cool glance. "Her looks have nothing to do with you."
Xavier Jennings, who had been shot down for no apparent reason: "..."
’He couldn’t shake the feeling that Mortir had so weird animosity toward him. Howard Gardner had said sothing too, after all.’
’Could it be because he was the second-best-looking guy in their dorm room?’
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