Reborn with My Geniu Chapter 41: Your Boyfriend Is Very Handsome

Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Your Boyfriend Is Very Handso

Andre Quincy had barely said a few words when a call ca in. He answered it, said a quick word to Mortir Quincy and Holly Winslow, and then left, giving Holly his phone number on his way out.

Watching him get on the elevator, Holly Winslow’s expression fell. "Hubby, do you think your dad doesn’t like ?"

Mortir Quincy let out a low chuckle and gently stroked the ends of her hair. "You’re so adorable, honey. How could Dad possibly not like you?"

Andre Quincy and Brooke Jarvis treated Holly Winslow even better than him, their own son, usually bringing her gifts when they returned from business trips.

He added, "Mhm. And no matter what my girl is like, my dad’s son loves her."

"Loves her like crazy."

Holly Winslow couldn’t resist standing on her tiptoes to pinch his cheek. "You’re just a smooth talker," she said, beaming.

"Nope."

Mortir Quincy raised an eyebrow, shaking his head with a straight face. Then he added, "I’m also great at... sleeping with... my wife."

Holly Winslow was speechless.

’This was Scholar Quincy’s true nature—Quincy the Wolf!’

They only had twenty minutes left of their one-hour lunch break, so they quickly grabbed a bowl of noodles.

When their afternoon classes ended, Mortir Quincy saw Holly Winslow with her backpack slung neatly over both shoulders, her fair little face looking so innocent.

’He once again felt like he was corrupting a minor.’

The two left Peisheng Prep and saw a long line at the bubble tea shop across the street. Mortir Quincy glanced at Holly Winslow. "Want so?"

Holly Winslow nodded.

Mortir Quincy got in line while Holly Winslow squatted by the nearby glass window, pulling out her phone to scroll through her social dia feed.

Anna Willow had posted: The sun is so bright today. Gotta hustle!

She left a comnt: Did you just wake up?

Scrolling down, she saw a post by Brian Willow with nine pictures. She tapped to take a look. They were photos from the sports et and the speech competition. The one in the middle showed her and Mortir Quincy on stage. She was smiling happily, and he was looking at her.

She tapped ’save’.

Then she turned her head toward Mortir Quincy, raised her phone, and took a picture of the long line for bubble tea. She added a caption: Grabbing so bubble tea after cram school. Feeling great.

Soon after she hit post, replies started rolling in. Iris Kensington: AHHHHH!! HANDSO COUSIN!!!

Anna Willow: Handso Cousin really stands out!!

Xavier Jennings: Is the bubble tea good?

Eugene Joyce: Boring

A girl from her junior high: That tallest, most handso guy... Holly, hook

up!

Sumr Wind: Co straight ho after cram school.

Holly Winslow stuck her tongue out sheepishly. She’d forgotten to block Wyatt Winslow from seeing her post.

Just as she was about to close the app, another comnt popped up.

Holly Baby: Your boyfriend is very handso.

Holly Winslow froze for a second when she saw the nickna "Holly Baby." She tapped on the profile and saw it was Mortir Quincy’s account. ’When did he change his na to Holly Baby?’

Anna Willow replied again: Who’s the "Holly Baby" in the comnt above? I’m dying to know.

Iris Kensington:

1

Rembering that Wyatt Winslow was still lurking, Holly Winslow replied: Don’t start rumors, don’t spread rumors, don’t believe rumors.

Holly Baby: There is only one truth. Your boyfriend really is handso.

Just then, Mortir Quincy walked over and pulled her to her feet. He showed her the "Blocked Visitors" list on his phone—in just that short ti, over a dozen people had tried to view his profile. "Holly Baby, who’s ’Sumr Wind’? He sent

a friend request, but I rejected it," he said, his voice tinged with jealousy.

"My dad," Holly Winslow said, her big eyes wide with innocence.

Mortir Quincy was speechless.

’Is it too late to add him back?’

He found the friend request from before and sent a verification ssage: My hand slipped.

The other person accepted almost imdiately and sent a reply: Classmate, don’t send random requests.

Mortir Quincy was speechless.

Holly Winslow glanced over and started laughing so hard her stomach hurt.

Mortir Quincy locked his screen and shot Holly Winslow a wounded look.

On the way ho, Holly Winslow’s phone buzzed nonstop with notifications. They were all comnts on her post, most of them about how handso Mortir Quincy was.

Wyatt Winslow was on a business trip and wouldn’t be back until the next day, so Mortir Quincy took Holly Winslow back to his house. Brooke Jarvis and Andre Quincy weren’t ho either, and rcy Willow had taken the day off for so personal matters.

The two of them were the only ones in the sprawling villa.

Mortir Quincy put on an apron and began to cook, while Holly Winslow sat in the living room doing her howork.

"Hubby, what’s the triple-angle formula for sin(3a)?"

"3sin(a) - 4sin??(a)."

...

After dinner, Mortir Quincy checked his phone again. Another dozen or so people had been added to his "Blocked Visitors" list. He clicked into their profiles one by one; they were all male.

He put down his phone and looked at Holly Winslow, who was still doing her howork. "Honey, are you confident you can rank first in your grade at Jarton Second High?"

Holly Winslow looked at him, confused. "Why?"

"So you can co to Jarton High as a visiting student your senior year," Mortir Quincy explained.

To guarantee a good college entrance exam result, Jarton Second High always sends its top student to Jarton High for their senior year as a visiting student.

Holly Winslow thought about her own grades. She was ranked more than forty places behind first. The top student at Jarton Second High had excellent scores; aside from being a little weak in English, all their other subjects were great. They had scored over 650 on the last monthly exam.

Even if she got a perfect 150 in English, it would be difficult to close the gap with the top student.

She shook her head. "No way. My math is terrible."

’It was one thing to be confident, but she couldn’t be blindly arrogant.’

"Stick with your hubby, and I’ll guarantee you a perfect score," Mortir Quincy said, already determined to have Holly Winslow transfer to Jarton High for her senior year.

After that, they both settled down to do their howork quietly. The next ti Holly Winslow checked the ti, it was already eleven o’clock.

"It’s getting late, I should go ho."

"Just sleep here. My parents aren’t coming back anyti soon," Mortir Quincy said, worried about her being ho by herself.

...

「Seven in the morning」

Whenever Holly Winslow got her period, she always seed to leak onto the sheets, no matter how careful she was.

She looked at the big red "flower" that had blood on the light-blue striped sheets, then went out to call for Mortir Quincy, who was sleeping on the sofa. "Hubby, I leaked."

Mortir Quincy yawned and sat up. He was used to this. "It’s fine, I’ll wash it in a bit."

As they were changing the sheets, they heard footsteps. Before they had ti to react, Brooke Jarvis and Andre Quincy appeared in the doorway.

Holly Winslow had gone to the bathroom earlier and left the door ajar.

Holly Winslow froze.

Mortir Quincy, still holding the sheet, froze as well.

Brooke Jarvis and Andre Quincy had never expected to see such a scene. Approving of puppy love was one thing; this was sothing else entirely. Both of them were furious. Andre Quincy’s face darkened. "Mortir Quincy, get out here now."

Mortir Quincy followed him out.

Brooke Jarvis looked at Holly Winslow with concern. "Holly, co with Aunt Quincy to the hospital for a check-up."

A girl’s body wasn’t fully developed at this age, and sothing like this could have lasting effects.

"Mom—I an, Aunt Quincy, it’s not what you think! My dad’s on a business trip, and Mortir was worried about

being ho alone, so he let

stay here. He slept on the couch, I was in the bed."

Holly Winslow felt like crying. How could such a massive misunderstanding happen? She added, "It’s my... that ti of the month... and I accidentally leaked."

She raised her hand as if taking an oath. "I’m serious, Aunt Quincy."

...

The mont Holly Winslow stepped into her dorm room that afternoon, Anna Willow and Iris Kensington grabbed her by the arms.

Iris Kensington giggled mischievously. "Holly, who is ’Holly Baby’? Spill it, or else..." She trailed off, drawing a finger across her throat.

Holly Winslow’s face fell, and she said listlessly, "I just want to die."

"What’s wrong?" Anna Willow asked, concerned.

Holly Winslow sat on Iris Kensington’s bed. "I dread that my boyfriend’s parents despised ."

In reality, Andre Quincy and Brooke Jarvis hadn’t said another word after they learned it was all a misunderstanding, but Holly Winslow was still mortified.

Utterly mortified.

Anna Willow and Iris Kensington both scoffed. Iris patted her on the shoulder and said with a grin, "Don’t worry, Holly. You don’t even have a boyfriend."