When Shane Lester heard the word "husband," he glanced at Mortir, then quickly looked back at the things in his hands. Before he could say anything, his grandmother ca out.
Grandma Lester had t Mortir Quincy before and knew he and Holly Winslow had gotten their marriage license. She said kindly, "Miles, you’ve gotten taller and stronger than a few years ago. Where’s Holly? Why didn’t Holly co over?"
Mortir Quincy replied politely, "Grandma Lester, Holly is at ho with her grandparents."
"Have her co over! I’m frying so crispy pork right now, and isn’t that her favorite?" Grandma Lester then thought of sothing and looked at Shane Lester. "Young Shaw, go invite Grandma Winslow and the others over for so crispy pork. Tell them all to co, okay?"
Shane Lester grunted in acknowledgnt and headed out. Mortir Quincy handed the things he was holding to Grandma Lester and followed him.
The rascal took advantage of his long legs to walk ahead of Shane Lester. As soon as he stepped into the Winslows’ yard, he started calling out, "Wife!"
Hearing him from the living room, Holly Winslow thought sothing was wrong and imdiately called back, "What is it?"
She quickly got up and ran outside, only to be left speechless by the scene before her. "..."
’Sotis, Quincy the Puppy’s possessiveness and childishness were truly off the charts.’
’She had no idea where people got their impressions of him: serious, ticulous, cold, indifferent... ahem, so even called him an unattainable ice prince.’
’It wasn’t that those words were sowhat irrelevant; they were completely irrelevant.’
’At least, in front of her, he was a shaless flirt.’
He hadn’t seen Holly Winslow in nearly a year. She hadn’t changed at all, as beautiful as ever, especially when her almond-shaped eyes curved like crescent moons.
Shane Lester looked at her and smiled. "Holly, Grandma is calling you all over for crispy pork. Where’s Grandma Winslow?"
’Holly?’
Mortir Quincy shot him a dark look, his eyes practically screaming, ’Who do you think you are, calling my wife’s na so casually?’
Holly Winslow was just about to say she was inside when the person next to her cut in, "They’re in the living room. You can go on in. Wife, co take a look for . My eye hurts."
Holly Winslow: "..."
Facing the handso face leaning in close, she played along and asked, "Where?"
Once Shane Lester was inside, she imdiately scratched Mortir a few tis and whispered, "I think it’s your butt that hurts, you big baby."
Mortir Quincy let her scratch him, raising an eyebrow. "Just seeing him makes my whole body ache."
Holly Winslow: "..."
She couldn’t help but reach out and pinch his cheek, baring her teeth. "Oh, you’re such a tough guy, aren’t you?"
Joan Sawyer and the others ca out just in ti to see this scene. Mortir Quincy wasn’t embarrassed, and Holly Winslow was even less so.
In her past life, she had pinched him plenty of tis in front of both their families.
The Lester Residence
Seeing them arrive, Grandma Lester welcod them to have a seat, then went to the kitchen to get the crispy pork. After that, everyone started chatting.
At first, they just chatted about Walter Winslow’s farm. Later, the conversation turned to a recent wedding in the village, which then led to the topic of Holly Winslow and Mortir Quincy.
Grandma Lester asked Joan Sawyer, "When are Holly and the boy having their wedding?"
The two families had already discussed this—they would hold the banquet after graduation. Joan Sawyer glanced at Holly Winslow and Mortir Quincy, then said with a chuckle, "Next year. What about Young Shaw? Is he seeing anyone?"
Grandma Lester shook her head and glanced at her grandson. ’He’s not bad-looking either,’ she thought with a sigh. "No. His aunt tried to set him up on blind dates, but he won’t go. Says he’ll think about it after he finishes his graduate studies."
"Young people these days aren’t like us back then. They’re all about finding love on their own. Just look at our Holly and Miles. It saves us adults a lot of worrying."
Joan Sawyer didn’t think much of it, nor did she realize she had unwittingly rubbed salt in Shane Lester’s wound. She added, "Young Shaw is such an outstanding young man, I’m sure there are plenty of girls who like him. You don’t have to worry."
Grandma Lester chuckled and nodded. She looked at Holly Winslow, who was eating the crispy pork. Her features were just as striking as when she was a child. If only she and Shane Lester were fated to be together, she would have been very happy with her.
"That child Holly has always been popular with the boys, ever since she was little. She was the prettiest girl in the village."
This was true. When Holly Winslow was young, all the boys in the village played with her. If she got into an argunt with a kid, the next day, all the other village kids would shun that child.
A classic case of forming cliques.
Holly Winslow would be so proud of herself back then. With her two pigtail braids swaying, she’d announce in a prim voice, "I’m not playing with you anymore."
She often made the villagers laugh.
Thinking of Holly Winslow’s childhood, Joan Sawyer couldn’t help but chuckle. The girl had been truly mischievous, and no one could handle her. "You’re not wrong. Holly was so naughty when she was little. Her grandfather and I would be looking for her for dinner, and we’d search the whole village without finding her. We eventually found her on the back mountain with Young Shaw and a few other kids, catching crabs in the creek. Her clothes were soaked, and she was still yelling, ’There’s one over here!’"
"I’d get such a headache I’d want to spank her, but she would just hide behind her grandpa. And he spoiled her rotten. It was a real headache."
"Thank goodness she’s grown up and beco more sensible now, or we’d really have our hands full."
Listening to his wife’s past exploits, Mortir Quincy raised an eyebrow. He glanced at her profile out of the corner of his eye. Her skin was so fair and clear. It wasn’t just in the past that she was popular with guys; she still was.
’But if one rival shows up, I’ll crush him. If a pair shows up, I’ll crush them both. Best to crush them all until they don’t even dare to pop up.’
’Just like this one across from .’
One had to admit, Mortir Quincy’s heart could be quite "black" at tis.
"All kids are like that. Young Shaw was just as naughty back then."
Grandma Lester couldn’t help but laugh. "One year, those kids brought back a water snake, thinking it was a loach, and asked to cook it! I was scared to death. When I asked where they caught it, they said it was in the paddy field."
"When Holly saw I wouldn’t cook it for her, she hugged and kissed over and over, calling ’Grandma Lester’ nonstop. If Dex hadn’t shown up, I really wouldn’t have known what to do."
Holly Winslow felt embarrassed listening to this. She really had been a terror as a child. Compared to the strict rules at the Lewis Family’s ho, here with the Winslows, she was a little tyrant who ruled the roost.
Plus, her grandparents doted on her and indulged her in everything. And while Wyatt Winslow didn’t say much, he was rarely strict with her.
Only Yvonne Lewis would scold her. Whenever sothing happened, her mother’s first thought was to compromise. Regardless of whether Holly was right or wrong, she always had to be the one to apologize.
’Probably to make the Winslows seem more cultured.’
’Actually, Yvonne Lewis wasn’t wrong; she was just solving problems the way an adult would.’
’The one at fault was her, for wanting to be openly and unabashedly favored.’
When Mortir Quincy heard the words "kissed over and over," he shot a sideways glance at Holly Winslow and raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly.
’How co I’ve never gotten that kind of treatnt?’
’Hmm, I’ll have to arrange that.’
Just as they were talking about Wyatt Winslow, the sound of a car driving by ca from outside. Cars rarely ca to the village, and besides the Winslows, it was basically no one else.
Only the two elders of the Winslow family had children and grandchildren who ca back to visit from ti to ti.
Holly Winslow’s eyes lit up. "Dad’s here!" She ran outside, stood at the door, and waved. "Dad! Co to Grandma Lester’s for so crispy pork!"
Wyatt Winslow grunted in acknowledgnt, took so fruit from the trunk, and entered the Lester residence. "Auntie Lester."
Seeing that he had brought things again, Grandma Lester feigned annoyance. "Why do you bring sothing every single ti you co over?"
Joan Sawyer laughed. "It’s because our families are so close that we can do this."
Walter Winslow stared at Wyatt Winslow for several seconds. ’He hasn’t lost any weight,’ he noted, then let out a "Hmph."
’He cos back and doesn’t even call Dad. I don’t know who he takes after, being so quiet.’
’His own grandfather wasn’t this sullen.’
’If that sour face of his didn’t look seventy or eighty percent like my own, I’d suspect the hospital swapped him at birth.’
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