Holly Winslow: "..."
She gave him a little push. Once Mortir Quincy was off her and lying by her side, she propped herself up over him and whispered, "Go on. Larceny will get you at least a few years. By the ti you get out, you’ll be the perfect age to get married."
Mortir Quincy: "..."
’Damn it,’ he thought, letting out an exasperated laugh.
He murmured darkly, "Sweetheart, you are *so* asking for it."
Holly Winslow: "..."
She scoffed quietly, then said smugly, "You want to bet I won’t scream for help right now?"
"Rape will also land you in jail for a few years."
Seeing that her every other word was about prison, Mortir Quincy raised an eyebrow. He rolled onto his side and propped his head up with a hand. "Sweetheart, are you sure you want to talk about the law with in the middle of the night?"
Holly Winslow fell silent.
Satisfied, Mortir Quincy pulled her into his arms and gave her a kiss.
Around 5:30 AM, Mortir Quincy slipped out of Holly Winslow’s bedroom. Walter Winslow was getting on in years and couldn’t stay asleep past that hour. He happened to be opening his door at that very mont.
At five in the morning during the sumr, the sky was already growing light. Their eyes t.
Mortir Quincy: "..."
’This is the first ti I’ve been caught in the act.’
He wondered whether he should greet him or just pretend nothing had happened and return to his room.
Walter Winslow let out a quiet "ahem," then went downstairs as if he hadn’t seen a thing.
Mortir Quincy returned to his own room.
...
During the al, Holly Winslow caught Walter Winslow looking at her several tis. She touched her face. "Grandpa, is there sothing on my face?"
"No," Walter Winslow said, a little unnaturally.
Holly Winslow was baffled. Having been caught red-handed, Mortir Quincy didn’t dare explain. If he did, Holly would kill him.
That afternoon, Wyatt Winslow was planning to head back to the county town, and Walter Winslow and the others were going with him.
There were two cars in the yard: one belonging to Mortir Quincy, the other to Wyatt Winslow.
Holly Winslow glanced at a "loneso-looking" Mortir Quincy, then gestured toward him. "Dad," she said to Wyatt Winslow, "I’m going to ride with him."
After a mont, Wyatt Winslow grunted in acknowledgnt. "Fasten your seatbelt."
It wasn’t until she got in the car that Holly Winslow realized Mortir had a different one. ’The Quincy family must have gotten a new car.’ "Did your dad buy this?"
"Yeah." Mortir Quincy turned sideways to help her fasten her seatbelt.
Holly Winslow leaned back against the seat. "This is pretty comfortable. We should get a car like this soday. It’s way more comfortable than that one of yours with the rings."
Mortir didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. ’Rings? It’s clearly...’
"Okay."
When they got back ho, the Quincy family invited them over for dinner. Brooke Jarvis had brought a lot of things for Holly Winslow again—clothes, snacks, and more.
Wyatt Winslow must have felt it was too much, so he transferred five thousand to Holly and told her to give it to Mortir Quincy.
Holly Winslow called Mortir Quincy. "Quincy the Puppy, just letting you know, my dad sent you five thousand."
Mortir Quincy grunted an "okay," hung up, and said to Andre Quincy, who was on the sofa, "Dad, Uncle Winslow transferred five thousand to ."
Andre Quincy grunted in acknowledgnt. "You can transfer it to Holly."
"I’ll have your mom transfer you a few tens of thousands later. If you’re short on cash, you need to speak up. You might not need it, but Holly does. Clothes, snacks—buy her whatever she needs."
He paused for a mont before adding, "You and Holly aren’t married yet. Be careful about... certain things. Don’t put her in a difficult position."
"I know," Mortir Quincy nodded. "And I don’t need the money. I have enough."
Andre Quincy said no more, clearly having full confidence in him.
Brooke Jarvis handed a glass of water to Andre Quincy, then smiled at her son. "Moira, I’m still going to send you so money. It’s one thing that you have your own, but this is from your father and ."
Andre Quincy grunted in agreent.
Brooke Jarvis continued, "Holly’s a university student now. She’ll need makeup, perfu, purses... You’re a guy, so you probably don’t know much about that stuff. You can ask your cousin for advice."
"Mm," Mortir Quincy said. "I know."
He had already done plenty of research on all that in his past life.
...
The college entrance exam results ca out. Yara Nolan had scored 663, high enough to get into Branton University.
Robin Roland called Holly that sa day to share the good news. Holly sent Yara Nolan a red envelope with 66.6 yuan.
Yara Nolan didn’t accept it at first, but finally did after Holly insisted.
Holly Winslow washed an apple and took a bite, her voice brimming with excitent. "Dad, the student I was tutoring scored over six hundred!"
Wyatt Winslow gave his customary grunt of acknowledgnt.
Holly told Mortir next. A mont later, he transferred her 520 yuan with a ssage: `Congratulations, Teacher Winslow.`
Holly accepted it without a second thought. `Thanks, Lawyer Quincy.`
Mortir Quincy raised an eyebrow. `Hm? And who might this Lawyer Quincy be?`
Holly ntally stuck out her tongue. `Lawyer Quincy is my Quincy the Puppy.`
Mortir chuckled. `Alright, Winnie Winslow.`
`Give my money back.`
Holly had no intention of returning it. `Sorry, once it’s in Holly Winslow’s pocket, it’s mine.`
Mortir Quincy: `Oh~?`
`Then I’m yours, too.`
`After all, I’ve "entered" you.`
Holly Winslow: "..."
Her face instantly turned beet red. She locked her phone, set it down, and took a huge, angry bite of her apple.
’That damn Mortir Quincy,’ she fud internally. ’He’s so shaless he’s a disgrace to the entire legal profession.’
Wyatt Winslow’s gaze lingered on her flushed face for a mont before he quickly looked away.
...
That Saturday, Holly used her own physical exam as an excuse to drag Wyatt Winslow to the hospital for one as well.
In her past life, Wyatt had been diagnosed with rather severe gallstones during her sophomore year of college.
He often suffered from excruciating colic.
She wanted to get him checked out early, hoping to treat the gallstones in their initial stage if he had them.
Wyatt got all the sa tests that Holly did.
Wyatt’s tests ca back clear—no gallstones. Holly, on the other hand, was diagnosed with a "uterine cold." It wasn’t serious, but it couldn’t be ignored either.
Holly already knew about this; she’d found out after getting married in her past life. It wasn’t a major issue, she just had to be more mindful of her daily habits.
The doctor explained the condition to Wyatt in great detail. The color drained from Wyatt’s face as he listened. Afterward, he insisted on taking Holly to a major hospital in Branton City for another examination.
Registration, tests, acupuncture... by the ti they were done with everything, it was already three or four in the morning.
Wyatt had been running around all day. His usually well-styled hair was now plastered to his forehead in a ssy tangle.
Holly grabbed his arm. "Dad, take a break. I’m fine."
Wyatt gestured for her to lie down. "Go to sleep. I’ll be right here."
「The next day」
Robin Roland had co in for a check-up on her rheumatic legs. She ran into Wyatt while paying the fees. "Wyatt, are you sick?"
"No, it’s Holly," Wyatt said, adjusting his glasses.
"Oh?" Robin Roland said. "Did she catch a cold?"
"No, it’s a uterine cold," Wyatt said.
After paying her bill, Robin Roland followed Wyatt to see Holly.
When Holly saw her, she asked, "Aunt Roland, what are you doing here?"
"I’m here for a check-up on my rheumatic legs." Robin touched the cup on the bedside table and found the water was cold. Even on a hot day, soone with a uterine cold should drink warm water.
She got up, poured out the cold water, and ca back with a cup of warm water. "Holly, you have to be careful to stay warm. And avoid cold food and drinks as much as you can."
"You should buy so traditional brown sugar and longans to make tea with. Take care of your body for a while."
She glanced at Wyatt. ’He’s a man, he wouldn’t know about this stuff,’ she thought. "Why don’t I go buy them for you? You wouldn’t know which brand of traditional brown sugar is best anyway."
Wyatt indeed had no clue about such things. "That would be a great help. Let give you the money."
"You can pay after I buy it." Robin Roland smiled. She chatted for a little while longer before heading out to buy the items, returning more than an hour later.
She showed Wyatt and Holly how to brew the tea. "You have to drink it consistently for it to work. A uterine cold isn’t so major illness, so don’t you two worry too much."
Wyatt carefully followed her instructions and prepared a cup himself. It was a simple process, yet he was incredibly ticulous, even asking Robin what the ideal water temperature was.
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