Chapter 233: Chapter 243: 3 Couples Arguing
Anna Willow pouted. "I didn’t say anything. If I did, I’d just seem petty."
Holly Winslow understood the feeling. It was a tough spot, whether to speak up or not, but these kinds of problems could only be solved by talking them out. "Anna, you should talk to Zeke Zane about it. If you don’t, he’ll never know."
Anna Willow had the sa thought. "That’s what I was thinking, too."
But an offhand comnt from Zeke Zane had set her off.
Zeke Zane: Don’t overthink it.
Zeke Zane was completely misunderstood. He simply told her not to overthink things. He hadn’t even finished his next sentence—"I won’t talk to her anymore"—before Anna Willow hung up on him.
When Zeke Zane tried to call back, he found he’d been blocked.
Holly Winslow, who had just washed her hair and was reading a book, received a call from Anna Willow. "Holly."
Hearing the sob in her voice, Holly Winslow shot to her feet. "Anna, what’s wrong? Where are you? Arden Bridge, right? I’m coming to get you. Stay put and don’t hang up."
She grabbed a jacket. "I’m going out to get Anna. Can you make up the bed in the guest room?"
Mortir Quincy: "..."
No need to ask. They’d be sleeping in separate rooms tonight.
"Okay."
After she left, he took out his phone and called Zeke Zane, asking irritably, "What did you do now?"
Zeke Zane was stunned for a mont before he realized what was happening. He sighed in frustration. "I didn’t do anything. I didn’t even get to finish what I was saying before she hung up on ."
"Do you know Monica Lewis? She’s a girl from the class next to ours in high school. She asked
a question, so out of politeness, I just answered..."
Before he could finish, the call was disconnected.
Zeke Zane: "..."
’This is a lit fuse,’ Mortir Quincy understood perfectly. To keep the fire from spreading to him, he had to take decisive action.
Zeke Zane, utterly confused, called back. A standard, cold female voice ca from the other end: "The number you have dialed is unavailable. Please try again later."
"..."
Blocked by two people in a row, he dejectedly called Pantheon. Pantheon was in a study hall with Cynthia Owens watching a ga and hung up on him imdiately.
Zeke Zane, not giving up, called again. Pantheon quickly stepped out of the study hall to answer. "What is it?"
After hearing Zeke Zane’s story, he rolled his eyes. "You think you’re Mortir Quincy? ’Explaining a problem’? It’s obvious you had ulterior motives." Then he hung up.
Zeke Zane: "..."
anwhile, it was already past eight o’clock by the ti Holly Winslow brought Anna Willow ho. Mortir Quincy had discreetly retreated to the study, but he left the door cracked to listen in.
He heard Holly Winslow comforting Anna Willow. "Anna, don’t cry. All n are like that—so thoughtless."
Anna Willow sobbed, "I didn’t even say anything to him, and he told
not to overthink it. It’s obvious he’s the one who doesn’t want to think about these things."
"Being in a relationship is so exhausting. I don’t want to do this anymore. Holly, I want to break up with him."
Holly Winslow patted her back soothingly. "Don’t say things you don’t an just because you’re angry. Calm down first and see what he has to say."
As a girlfriend who was both angry and upset, there was no way Anna Willow could calm down right then, yet she kept insisting she was already perfectly calm. "Holly, I am calm."
"I’m not going to think about it anymore."
Holly Winslow took Anna Willow to the guest room to sleep. Noticing they were short one pillow, she went back to the master bedroom to get it. She saw a certain soone lying there looking at his laptop. "The blanket is about to fall off the bed, and you can’t even be bothered to fix it. Honestly, you’re only happy if I’m nagging you every day."
An innocent Mortir Quincy: "..."
He glanced at the blanket, which was at least half an arm’s length from the floor, but didn’t dare say a word. He silently straightened the blanket on the bed.
Holly Winslow took a pillow from the closet and put a clean pillowcase on it. Then she saw Mortir Quincy’s clothes where they shouldn’t be. "Mortir Quincy, how many tis have I told you? Our clothes need to be kept separate..."
Hearing her go on and on, Mortir Quincy: "..."
He got out of bed and imdiately moved his clothes back to his own closet.
Once Holly Winslow left the bedroom, Mortir Quincy, with a dark expression, unblocked Zeke Zane and sent him a text: "Your girlfriend is at my place. You have half an hour to get here."
Zeke Zane: Let her cool down first.
Mortir Quincy couldn’t help but curse: "Cool down my ass."
’My conclusion, as soone with experience,’ he thought, ’is that the calr a girl gets, the bigger the trouble.’
He had cursed. Zeke Zane: "..."
It was already 10:30 PM when he arrived at the Winslows’ ho. Mortir Quincy opened the door for him.
Then he called towards the bedroom, "Holly, Zeke Zane is here."
Not ten seconds later, Holly Winslow ca out. She looked at Mortir Quincy. "You called him?"
Mortir Quincy said calmly, "No, he ca on his own."
Zeke Zane: "..."
’A blatant lie.’
But at that mont, he didn’t have ti to dwell on Mortir Quincy’s bald-faced lie.
"Holly, is Anna here?"
Holly Winslow said "Mm-hmm" and pointed to the guest room. Zeke Zane said gratefully, "Thanks, Holly. I’ll treat you to dinner so other ti."
It really is hard to placate an angry girlfriend. Zeke Zane stood at the door and said a whole lot, but Anna Willow just ignored him and even brought up breaking up.
’As soone with experience, I can’t bear to watch this,’ thought Mortir Quincy. ’He’s not hitting a single key point. Explanations are obviously useless in this situation. He should just delete Monica Lewis directly.’
He couldn’t watch anymore. He went back to the bedroom and lay down. A few seconds later, his dear wife ca in, staring at him unhappily. "Anna and Zeke Zane are in this state, and you’re going to sleep?"
He: "..."
He took the initiative. "Honey, I was wrong."
"..." Holly Winslow was at a loss for words. After a few seconds, she added, "Did you know about this?"
Mortir Quincy raised his hands. "Honey, I really didn’t know. I haven’t been in touch with him or seen him recently."
Holly Winslow said, "Oh," then, "Give
your phone."
Mortir Quincy: "..."
He coughed unnaturally, his guilt showing. "Honey..."
eting Holly Winslow’s dark, penetrating gaze, he surrendered his phone.
Holly Winslow found the text he’d sent to Zeke Zane. She let out an annoyed "Hmph," said nothing, handed the phone back to him, and walked out of the bedroom.
Mortir Quincy felt a headache coming on.
Zeke Zane failed to placate Anna Willow.
Mortir Quincy’s headache got worse.
For the next two days, Anna Willow stayed with them.
The students in Class 1 of the finance departnt noticed that Mortir Quincy’s girlfriend hadn’t been attending class with him for the past two days. At one point, the professor even called on Holly Winslow, and upon finding out she was absent, asked Mortir Quincy about it.
A few words from one person led to another, and the rumor mill eventually churned out that Mortir Quincy and Holly Winslow had broken up.
The title of the forum post read: "Finance Departnt’s Top Scholar and Campus Prince Has Broken Up With Math Departnt’s Top Scholar and Campus Belle."
Pantheon was the first to show his concern in the group chat: "@Holly is my treasure, Mortir Quincy, did you guys break up?"
That imdiately brought everyone else in the dorm out of the woodwork.
When Mortir Quincy saw it, he wasn’t in the mood and couldn’t be bothered to reply.
He was miserable, and over on his end, Chris Chaucer was miserable too. Just because he forgot to buy milk tea one evening, it had escalated to the level of "you don’t love
anymore" and "you’ve had a change of heart."
Little Fairies Group Chat
Iris Kensington typed angrily: "n are all pigs. They don’t cherish what they have once they get it."
Anna Willow chid in: "Ellie, we’re fellow sufferers in this wretched world. Let’s go clubbing tomorrow."
Holly Winslow: "..."
Ellie, Anna, I ordered you guys so milk tea. Keep an eye out for it.
Anna Willow: Holly, you’re the best.
Iris Kensington: Having besties is enough. Who needs a boyfriend? I’ve decided—I’m coming to find you guys after class tomorrow.
Let’s go have fun, let’s go check out so hot guys.
Anna Willow: OOH, OOH, OOH! Hot guys, hot guys, hot guys!
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