"Yeah." Mortimer Quincy stroked her head, comforting her. "Don't be afraid. I'll handle it."
As he spoke, he gently tapped her on the head. "Why are you just putting up with it? You've got a husband to back you up."
Holly Winslow's heart warmed, and she pouted. "I need to study hard and make progress every day. I can't waste time on trivial matters."
"So my wife is a 'philosopher,' huh?"
Mortimer Quincy pinched her pouting lips with his fingers and said softly, "Bring out that 'Fuck Mortimer Quincy' energy."
Holly Winslow: "..."
'He's never going to let that go.'
「After evening self-study, in the dorm room.」
Holly Winslow was the last one back to the dorm again. The atmosphere today was clearly different from usual, but she paid it no mind. Just as she was about to put down her books, Valerie Walsh called out to her. "Holly Winslow, are we bullying you? You're the one who comes back to the dorm late every time. We can't possibly wait for you."
