Winnie Winslow chickened out. "..."
'Being a mom can wait. I have to at least become Teacher Winslow first.'
'Teacher Winslow first, Mom Winslow second.'
Seeing her silence, Mortimer read her mind. "Teacher Winslow first, Mom Winslow second?"
Holly Winslow had said this before.
Holly Winslow: "..."
She flew into a flustered rage. "Can you please stop guessing what I'm thinking? Lawyer Quincy, you're seriously violating my right to privacy!"
"Why didn't you say that when we were taking our clothes off?" Mortimer placed a piece of meat on her plate, teasing, "Here, let's patch up my darling's right to privacy."
Holly Winslow: "..."
'Patch my ass, you bastard.'
After dinner, it was already getting late. Mortimer took a taxi to the city to catch his flight.
After seeing "Miles Holloway" off, Holly suddenly felt like something was missing. She then signed up for a calligraphy class—an intensive course that cost 2,400 yuan a month.
