Holly Winslow: Rein in your wild ideas. If you can’t calm down, go stand outside and cool your heads.
Anna Willow: Hehe, Holly, send Shane Lester’s contact info. I want to introduce him to my roommate.
Holly Winslow: ...
She left the group chat to look up Shane Lester’s contact info. Tapping on his profile, her hand slipped and she accidentally sent a comma.
The next second, a ssage popped up on the screen: You have blocked this contact.
She: "..."
’I don’t even have to think about it. Not for a second. That bastard Mortir must have blocked him.’
She went back to the "Little Fairies" group chat: Mortir blocked Shane Lester for . She added a smiling emoji.
Iris Kensington: Hahahaha, I’m dying of laughter.
Anna Willow: Hahahaha, your handso cousin is amazing! He took care of a love rival without making a peep.
Her handso cousin was slowly but surely evolving into the domineering male lead straight out of a novel.
Holly Winslow: ...
...
Mortir Quincy had to work overti that evening, so Holly Winslow took the bus ho herself. She did their laundry first before starting to cook.
It was already past nine when Mortir Quincy got back. Holly Winslow bent down to get his slippers for him.
"Honey, give a kiss."
After changing into his slippers, Mortir wrapped his arms around her waist and bent down for a kiss, but Holly covered his mouth with her hand. "Hmph," she said. "Mortir Quincy, we have a score to settle."
She’d even called him by his full na, "Mortir Quincy." His mind imdiately jumped to Anna Willow and Zeke Zane’s argunt. "..."
’We’re about to have a fight.’
He rubbed the tip of his nose and asked tentatively, "What’s wrong?"
Holly snorted. "We’ll settle this after we eat." Then she sashayed into the kitchen to serve the rice.
Mortir went into the bedroom to change into his loungewear. He then took out his phone and ordered Holly’s favorite milk tea. After a mont’s thought, he decided that wasn’t enough to appease his wife, so he also ordered fried chicken and spicy skewers.
He rarely let Holly eat these things. Ahem. Desperate tis called for desperate asures.
Seeing him dawdle for several minutes before coming out, Holly handed him his chopsticks and said, "What took you so long? Afraid you might step on an ant?"
Mortir Quincy: "..."
He didn’t dare say anything and just sat down obediently to eat. During the al, he glanced at his wife, ntally running through every possible thing he might have done recently to make her angry.
’She wanted water last night, I got it for her.’
’She wanted milk tea, I bought it.’
’The house needed a deep clean, I did it.’
’I handed over my salary, didn’t hide any secret cash.’
’Wait, I put two hundred in the drawer two days ago.’
"Honey, I put two hundred in the drawer. Did you see it?"
Holly looked up in confusion, then shook her head. "I didn’t see it. I didn’t take it. Is it missing?"
Mortir Quincy: "..."
He thought for a mont. "I probably just put it in the wrong place."
"You should look for it properly. It must be in the house sowhere." The thought of it being his secret stash didn’t even cross Holly’s mind. Ahem. She wouldn’t look twice at a asly two hundred yuan.
Mortir reached for so food with his chopsticks, took a bite, and said, "Honey, there was a company party after work today. I didn’t go."
"Why not?" Holly asked casually.
Mortir Quincy: "My wife was waiting for at ho."
Holly Winslow: "..."
She thought he was acting strangely. He usually only acted like this when he wanted sothing. "What is it? Do you have sothing to say?"
The next second, she heard him say, "Honey, it’s all my fault. Please don’t be mad anymore."
It finally dawned on Holly what was happening. "..."
Her lips twitched a few tis before she burst out laughing, spitting out the mouthful of rice she’d just taken.
She quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe her mouth. "Quincy the Puppy, can you just eat your food? If I choke to death, it’s on you!"
"Honey," Mortir cooed, his deep voice laced with a hint of pleading.
Holly couldn’t stand it when he acted like this. She picked up her bowl and went to eat on the sofa. "Doesn’t matter who finishes first, the one who finishes last does the dishes."
Before Mortir could reply, she added, "And if you dare finish before , you’re dead." She finished with a "hmph."
Mortir Quincy: "..."
After dinner, he dutifully went to wash the dishes. When he was done, he sidled up next to Holly, who had taken out her phone and opened her chat with Shane Lester.
"Did you block him?"
When Mortir saw the na "Shane Lester," his expression soured. He turned his head to look at Holly and said gloomily, "You’re angry with over sothing so trivial?"
’He’d rather it be because of Anna Willow and Zeke Zane.’
Holly, who was clearly in the right, actually felt a little guilty when he put it that way. She explained, "Quincy the Puppy, when was I ever angry with you? I’m just asking why you blocked him."
Mortir let out an awkward scoff. "Not angry? You wouldn’t let kiss you when I walked in and said we had a score to settle, all for this... thing."
Hearing him refer to Shane Lester as a "thing," Holly was speechless. "..."
’Wait a minute. To think this bastard is actually acting all self-righteous.’
She sat up straight. "Mortir Quincy, is this the attitude you’re going to take with now? I co ho, do laundry, and cook dinner, all for you to treat like this?"
"What is there between and Shane Lester? If anything was going to happen, it would have happened long ago! Mortir, you’re being unreasonable, irrational... you’re... Anyway, you’re just making a scene for no reason!"
Although her words sounded angry, her tone was soft.
"*I’m* unreasonable? I just can’t stand the sight of him. The fact that I didn’t deduct all his points back in high school was being polite."
Mortir stared at her gloomily, his gaze holding a clear threat that if she said one more word in Shane’s defense, he would have to give her an "education" in "love."
Holly Winslow: "..."
She didn’t want to argue with him about Shane Lester anymore. "I don’t want to talk to you. I’m going to prepare my lessons."
Just as she was about to stand up, soone grabbed her. Before she could react, she was pinned underneath him.
Facing Mortir’s dark expression, she swallowed hard. She lifted her chin. "Are you going to hit ?"
"I want to make love to you every day."
"..."
Before Holly could react, the man kissed her domineeringly, his hands already pulling at her clothes. Just then, the phone rang, imdiately followed by a knock on the door.
Only then did Mortir let her go. He got up to open the door and get the delivery. He returned quickly, placing the items in front of Holly. "Eat first. We can settle our score after."
Holly Winslow: "..."
’Is this my last al before my execution?’
Knowing when to yield, she said, "Quincy the Puppy, I’m not settling scores with you anymore. We’re even."
But Mortir had already been provoked by Shane Lester, especially by Pantheon’s comnt about him waiting for Holly.
Holly Winslow: "..."
’I should probably just eat.’
After eating a spicy skewer, she took a sip of milk tea and ordered the man beside her, "Go wash so grapes for ."
"Okay."
The jealous Mortir willingly went to wash the grapes, and even peeled an apple for her.
Holly handed him a chicken leg, saying contentedly, "This place has great fried chicken. Let’s order from here next ti."
"Okay." Mortir took it and sat down beside her to eat.
It was hard to imagine that this was a couple that had just been "arguing."
After they finished eating, Holly was stuffed. She lay comfortably on the sofa, staring at the white ceiling, and suddenly blurted out, "Quincy the Puppy, let’s fight more often from now on."
"That way I can get to eat all this good food."
Mortir Quincy: "..."
’Do I usually starve her?’
He said gloomily, "Then let’s make love more often from now on."
"That way we can have a baby."
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