They lingered in bed for the better part of the day, then dawdled over their al for another hour or two. By the ti they left the house, it was already past two in the afternoon.
Ahem. If they hadn’t been going to the hot springs, they would have undoubtedly squandered the entire day at ho.
Holly Winslow looked at the black SUV that Mortir Quincy had sohow procured.
She’d looked into this model before. The brand was a niche, VIP-level one, with prices ranging from over 500,000 to over 800,000 for a fully-loaded version.
In her past life, she and Mortir had actually considered this very car when they were shopping for one.
They ended up buying a car from the brand with the rings because of an issue with the color.
After getting into the passenger seat, she felt the back of the chair. It was quite comfortable. "Whose car is this?" she asked curiously.
She didn’t think for a second that scamp Mortir had bought it. After all, all their money was in her hands. Although they both knew the passcode, she was confident he wouldn’t secretly take money to buy sothing without discussing it with her.
"A wedding gift from my aunt."
Mortir Quincy added, "She put it in your na."
Holly Winslow’s eyes widened in shock. "His aunt is that generous?"
When they got married, his aunt had given them a pair of diamond rings. Thinking back, they were probably not cheap.
Seeing her unsophisticated look, as if she’d never seen the world, Mortir Quincy couldn’t help but laugh. "Honey, in a couple of years, your husband will buy you a car."
"I wonder who you’ll really be buying it for?"
Holly Winslow gave him a humph with a smile. Although she had her driver’s license, she’d basically never driven.
In her past life, she never needed to drive when Mortir Quincy was around. When he wasn’t, she rarely traveled far.
Anna Willow and Iris Kensington had even teased her, saying Mortir Quincy had spoiled her rotten.
Mortir Quincy raised an eyebrow. "Your husband is just the chauffeur."
Holly Winslow instinctively replied with a grin, "An expert driver, as they say."
Mortir Quincy leaned over to check if her seatbelt was fastened. Hearing the two words "expert driver," he gave her a aningful look and a sentence rumbled from his throat, "Your wife’s exclusive expert driver."
"With powerful stamina and endurance..."
This conversational swerve caught Holly Winslow completely off guard. She choked on her own saliva. "COUGH, COUGH, COUGH."
A blush spread from her earlobes to the very tips of her ears.
’Damn that Mortir Quincy! Ever since graduating high school, he’s been like a runaway stallion—the dirty kind—and there’s no reining him in.’
Seeing her silence, Mortir Quincy gave her a satisfied kiss.
The hot spring was a bit far from the city center, located in a scenic mountain resort. The drive took over forty minutes.
The VIP hot spring for two wasn’t exactly private. It was a small pool for two, shielded on both sides by rockeries and bamboo leaves. As long as no one deliberately ca over to look, it was reasonably secluded.
They had only been soaking for a few minutes when Mortir Quincy got a call from work. He glanced at Holly Winslow, who was lying back comfortably.
Noticing his gaze, Holly Winslow magnanimously lifted her chin, gesturing for him to take the call.
Mortir Quincy sat up straight, phone in hand, and began speaking fluent English, one sentence after another, using a lot of professional financial jargon.
’The saying that a man focused on his work is handso is really true.’ Holly Winslow’s gaze drifted downwards. She noticed that the lines of his abs were much more defined, and his waist and shoulders had broadened. It was the physique of a mature man.
’The standard body of a male lead in a novel. One look and you can feel the desire.’
’I want to touch.’
’My husband is my own.’
’So I’ll touch!’
She brazenly reached out and touched his chest, wanting to see how firm it was. The next second, her eyes t Mortir Quincy’s dark gaze, and she stuck out her tongue smugly.
Then she cowardly scurried to the other side of the hot spring pool to soak.
Mortir Quincy watched her with a brooding expression for a few seconds before looking down at his chest. ’My wife is getting awfully bold.’
After that, he resud his phone call with a normal expression.
After about ten minutes, Mortir Quincy hung up and turned off his phone. Then, under Holly Winslow’s watch, he stood up, his black boxer briefs exposed to the air.
Holly Winslow instinctively stared for a mont before quickly looking away. Seeing him get closer and closer, she knew she was "dead." She suddenly pointed a finger at him. "Malee Malee Hong! Quincy the Puppy, don’t move!"
Mortir Quincy: "..."
’Damn it, I almost laughed myself out of breath.’
The corners of his eyes lifted as he said, word by word, "’Malee Malee Hong’ doesn’t work."
Holly Winslow: "..."
Mortir Quincy strode over, bent down to pinch her small face, and said aningfully, "Scared now, are we?"
"You weren’t scared when you were being a little hooligan just now, hmm?"
A wise person knows when to adapt. Holly Winslow put on a fawning smile. "I wasn’t being a hooligan, that was a loving caress... Ah! What are you doing! Quincy the Puppy!"
She covered her chest, her eyes wide as she glared at him.
Her chest had been ambushed.
Mortir Quincy shrugged innocently and then sat down beside her. "A loving caress. Just like what my wife did earlier."
Holly Winslow: "..."
She cursed through gritted teeth, "You’re the hooligan!"
She moved a little farther away from the scoundrel.
The mont she moved, of course, Mortir Quincy scooted over after her.
Holly Winslow couldn’t be bothered to move again. She leaned her head back, soaking comfortably. "This feels so good."
Mortir Quincy chuckled and copied her, lying back. "This feels so good."
Holly Winslow: "..."
After soaking for about ten more minutes, Holly Winslow started to feel drowsy. She leaned against his shoulder to sleep, but not before reminding him, "Honey, don’t let fall asleep in here. If I sink, your wife will be gone."
Mortir Quincy didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He stroked her head. "Go to sleep."
After they had soaked for an hour, he woke her up. The two of them got out to change, and Holly Winslow subconsciously started following Mortir Quincy toward the n’s changing room.
Mortir Quincy chuckled and tugged on her bathrobe. "Honey, it’s that way. We can change together when we get ho."
Holly Winslow glanced over in confusion. "..."
She hastily backed away and went into the won’s changing room.
When she ca out after changing, she warned Mortir Quincy before he could speak, "Don’t you say a word. If you do, we’re sleeping in separate beds."
Mortir Quincy nodded with a smile.
...
「June 23rd」
The Gaokao results were released. At 10:05 AM, Chloe Hollis called her. The undisguised joy in her voice ca through the phone. "Teacher Winslow, I made the cut for a Tier 2 university! I made it!"
This was unexpected for Holly Winslow. Chloe Hollis’s previous scores had always hovered around the Tier 3 threshold. It seed she had perford quite well this ti. Holly smiled and congratulated her, "Congratulations."
"Thank you, Teacher Winslow." Chloe Hollis paused for a mont, then added, a little shyly, "Teacher Winslow, can I treat you to a al?"
Holly Winslow smiled and agreed without a second thought. "Let treat you. What would you like to eat?"
"No, no, Teacher Winslow, I’ll treat you."
Chloe Hollis paused on the other end of the line, then added a second later, "Teacher Winslow, you should bring your husband along too."
Hearing the term, it took Holly Winslow a few seconds to realize who she was talking about. She couldn’t help but smile. "He’s at work, so probably not. It’ll just be the two of us."
After hanging up, she sent Mortir Quincy a ssage.
When it was almost ti to et Chloe Hollis, she changed into a simple t-shirt and sweatpants and headed out.
She was halfway there when she realized the t-shirt was a bit big. Ahem. She had put on one of Mortir Quincy’s shirts.
It wasn’t the first or second ti this had happened. No big deal.
Chloe Hollis, who always wore her hair up, had let it down and was also wearing a dress. She was already pretty, and dressing up like this made her look even better.
Chloe Hollis spotted her and ca over, happily linking her arm with hers. "Teacher Winslow."
Holly Winslow smiled. "I’m not your tutor anymore, so you can call Ms. Sumrs."
Chloe Hollis didn’t hesitate. "Ms. Sumrs."
After they ordered their food, Holly Winslow chatted with her. "Have you thought about what you want to major in?"
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