In the kitchen, Robin Roland didn't want to be a bother. Hearing this, she hurried out. "Holly, there's no need. I'll just have Young Yancy eat at the factory by himself."
Holly Winslow smiled. "That won't do at all. It's more lively when we eat together. Aunt Roland, we'll be back in a little while."
Wyatt Winslow gave the car keys to Holly Winslow. She, in turn, passed them to Mortimer Quincy. But that scoundrel wouldn't take the keys. He grabbed her by the wrist and said with a smile, "You're coming with me, darling."
Anna Willow and Iris Kensington both tutted. They were being served a huge helping of sickeningly sweet PDA.
If it weren't for the adults, they would've definitely thrown in a wisecrack or two to tease Holly Winslow.
In the garage, Mortimer Quincy got into the passenger seat and motioned for Holly Winslow to drive. "Go on, darling. Let me experience some 'Fast and Furious'."
'His dear wife's driving was about as fast as a snail's crawl.'
