Chapter 69: Chapter 69: Stripping You of Your Secrets
Pantheon sidled up to Holly Winslow, whining, "Sister-in-law, Mortir’s bullying . You’ve gotta do sothing about him."
He whispered the term "sister-in-law."
Holly Winslow glanced at Mortir Quincy and chuckled. "I can’t control him."
Pantheon: "..."
’This is killing .’
Mortir Quincy shot him a look of utter disgust, then led Holly Winslow away to get lunch.
Pantheon looked at Zeke Zane, reeking of a single man’s bitterness. "I don’t want to live anymore."
Zeke Zane rolled his eyes at him. "Serves you right." Then he walked off.
Standing beside Mortir Quincy, Holly Winslow began to familiarize herself with the Jarton High campus. "What’s that building over there?"
"The freshn building." Mortir Quincy looked down at his short wife beside him, the smile at the corners of his mouth growing wider and wider.
The Jarton High cafeteria was huge, spanning three floors. It had enough seating for the entire student body, so there was no need to scramble for a spot like at Jarton Second High.
Mortir Quincy pointed to a four-person table off to the side. "Go wait for
over there," he told Holly Winslow.
Holly Winslow nodded. After sitting down, she pulled out her phone to check her ssages.
Little Fairies Chat
Iris Kensington: Holly, how are you doing? Are you settling in okay?
Anna Willow: Holly, do you want
and Ellie to co visit you?
Iris Kensington: Holly?
The ssages were from an hour ago. Holly Winslow replied: I’m doing okay. You don’t have to co see . Let’s et up on Sunday.
Anna Willow: Holly, any cute guys? she asked, adding a smirking emoji.
Iris Kensington: Send pics.
Holly Winslow thought for a mont, then sent a few photos of Mortir Quincy from the honors showcase.
Isn’t he handso?
Iris Kensington: !!! That’s your handso cousin!!!
Anna Willow: With so many first-place awards, I’m not worthy of your handso cousin.
It made Holly Winslow laugh. Just as she was about to reply, Mortir Quincy and the others ca over with their food.
Mortir Quincy sat down beside her. "What are you looking at?"
"A secret." Holly Winslow blinked, putting her phone away before picking up her spoon to eat.
Mortir Quincy raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you want to keep secrets from ?"
He then leaned close to her ear and whispered mischievously, "Believe it or not, your husband can strip all your ’secrets’ bare."
Holly Winslow: "..."
She shot him an exasperated glare and went back to eating with her spoon.
Before long, a group of guys ca and sat with them, all students from the Rocket Class.
Holly Winslow was full after eating most of her al. She habitually pushed her food container toward Mortir Quincy and said softly, "Hon... for you."
Mortir Quincy glanced at the container. "Good girl. Three more bites."
"One bite," Holly Winslow bargained.
"Three bites." Mortir Quincy wouldn’t budge.
Holly Winslow held up two fingers and used his nickna. "Moira, two bites. If you make
eat one more, I won’t eat any at all."
"Fine," Mortir Quincy agreed readily, pushing the container back to her.
They had been married for several years, and his wife pulled this sa routine every ti they ate. That’s why he always started the "bidding" a little higher.
The others, who had no idea what was going on: "..."
’Why does this feel like we’re being force-fed their PDA?’
Holly Winslow took two more bites, then pushed the container back to Mortir Quincy. Under the watchful eyes of everyone at the table, he started eating the leftovers from the pink container.
Pantheon couldn’t take this blatant display of affection anymore. He let out a sudden "COUGH!
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