Reborn with My Genius Husband

Chapter 316 - 326: Wedding in Progress

Wyatt Winslow pressed his lips together and praised her, "Mm, they’re all beautiful."

Holly Winslow tried on each dress for Wyatt Winslow to see. In her past life, he hadn’t seen her try on her wedding dress.

Back then, Wyatt Winslow had called. The conversation was brief, as usual, making it easy to misunderstand his meaning. "Choosing a wedding dress?"

At the time, she hadn’t understood what he meant—that he wanted to see.

He wanted to see his daughter try on her wedding dress.

’If I could go back to that moment, I would have definitely said, "Dad, you should come see me try on my wedding dress."’

She emerged from the room in the final wedding dress. Seeing the man’s reddened eyes, a lump formed in her own throat.

She pretended not to notice, lifting the side of her skirt and giving it a few gentle swishes. Her smile was as radiant as a flower. "Dad, which one do you think is the prettiest?"

Wyatt Winslow studied her carefully. The white, high-collared wedding dress made her seem even taller than usual. Her features were beautiful and gentle. She looked like *that person*, yet she didn’t.

But then again, she seemed to resemble him a bit, too.

He was suddenly struck by a dreamlike feeling. It felt like just "yesterday" she was cooing and babbling, and today, his daughter was about to get married.

His daughter was going to marry into another family.

At this thought, his throat bobbed. He then pushed up his glasses, his voice tinged with a barely perceptible sadness. "They’re all beautiful. You look beautiful in anything."

If those words had come from anyone else, they might not have been so moving.

But they came from Wyatt Winslow.

Holly Winslow looked up, trying to stop the tears welling in her eyes. The next second, she reached out and hugged him. "Dad, I love you. In my last life, and in this life, I love you."

Wyatt Winslow froze for a moment, the lump in his throat growing tighter. He raised his arms and gently hugged her back. No words were spoken, but everything was understood.

’Holly, Dad will always love you.’

In the end, Holly Winslow chose the same dresses Wyatt Winslow had picked in her past life. Even though that time was gone, it felt like she was making up for it, at least.

This time, Wyatt Winslow would have no regrets, and neither would she.

That evening, Mortimer Quincy came home to find that his one-third of the closet had been taken over by several wedding dresses.

He glanced toward the desk, where she sat with one foot in a slipper and the other bare, propped up on the footrest underneath.

A few seconds later, something tapped Holly Winslow’s foot. "Ah!" she yelped, whipping her head around to look at a certain someone. "You hit me again? I’ll take a picture on my phone and show it to our parents."

"No slipper, no sock. You’ll only remember you have a husband when you catch a cold." Mortimer Quincy gestured for her to put her slipper on properly.

Holly Winslow grumbled as she put on her slipper. "I won’t catch a cold."

Meeting her husband’s irrefutable gaze, she reluctantly admitted she was wrong. "I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong."

She didn’t sound the least bit repentant. Mortimer Quincy was so exasperated he had to laugh. He leaned down and kissed her pouting lips. "You’re forgiven. Don’t do it again, or your husband will have to punish you."

While the young couple was busy with their sweet flirtations, the atmosphere on Wyatt Winslow’s end was anything but pleasant.

Wyatt Winslow stood on the balcony, his voice low. "Holly’s getting married, and you’re not coming back?"

On the other end of the line was Yvonne Lewis’s voice. "Wyatt, I really can’t make it back. Laura has to have surgery, and there’s no one to take care of her."

"You want people at Holly’s wedding to say she doesn’t have a mother?" Wyatt Winslow’s tone was filled with anger.

’It’s only for one day.’

Yvonne Lewis truly was in a difficult position. Vincent Vance had to work, and with the child sick, she couldn’t leave. She had been running back and forth between the hospital and home, and she’d lost weight.

She knew Holly was getting married, but she really couldn’t get away.

In the end, Holly was ultimately placed last in her heart.

"I really can’t come back. I’ll just wire the money directly to Holly."

Wyatt Winslow hung up the phone directly. He reached into his pocket but found it empty.

He just wanted Holly to get married with both her parents watching over her.

In the end, he couldn’t hide it from Holly Winslow. When she found out, she wasn’t too disappointed. She had been "without" a mother for so many years; one more day wouldn’t make a difference.

That day, Mortimer Quincy took the afternoon off to take her out and have some fun.

Life had its disappointments, but it was filled with far more joy.

...

While others were frantically looking for jobs and apartments after college graduation, Mortimer Quincy and Holly Winslow were happily holding their wedding.

The rich kids’ wedding didn’t have an exaggerated red carpet stretching for hundreds of meters, nor was it filled with fine wine and fresh flowers. It was much like an ordinary person’s wedding.

This was what Holly Winslow had requested. In her past life, the wedding was held by the sea. It was beautiful, to be sure, but it lacked a "lively atmosphere."

Pantheon and the others watched the low-key yet stylish wedding, filled with envy, jealousy, and "hate."

Chase Hawkins had just graduated and was immediately faced with giving a wedding gift. He had to borrow two thousand yuan from Boris Owens for the present.

As he lamented his new debt, he sighed with envy. "While I was grinding for the college entrance exams, they were already in a relationship."

"While I was in college studying hard for certification exams, they were already getting their marriage certificate and becoming a legal couple."

"And while I’m lost and confused about my future, they’re already walking down the aisle."

"Mortimer was a king in all three stages, while I’ve been a bronze-tier scrub from start to finish. When do I get to level up?!"

Boris Owens clapped him on the shoulder and "comforted" him, "Soon. Before you know it, you’ll be leveling up to ’uncle’."

Pantheon roared with laughter. "Then I’ll be the great-uncle!"

Zeke Zane adjusted his suit. He was the groomsman today. "They’re not even married yet, don’t get ahead of yourselves. Unlike those of us who are already engaged."

Pantheon rolled his eyes. "..."

He wasn’t hurt in the slightest. He held up his fingers and gestured. "Zeke Zane, the damage you dealt me is only 0.1 percent. We’re all in the same boat."

’Damn it, that’s true,’ Zeke Zane thought. "..."

He suddenly saw Gabe Chaucer arrive and raised a hand in greeting. "Teacher Chaucer."

Gabe Chaucer walked over, glancing at his tall, strapping former students, all of them looking spirited and full of life. He smiled. "How have you all been lately?"

"Teacher Chaucer, not good! I still don’t have a girlfriend," Chase Hawkins wailed.

Gabe Chaucer chuckled and joked, "Well, it’s not like I ever stopped you from dating young."

The group burst into laughter.

Chase Hawkins was wounded. He clutched his chest. "Teacher Chaucer, you’ve hurt me."

"Quincy, you drama queen." Boris Owens couldn’t resist giving him a light kick.

Before long, Holly’s homeroom teacher, Julian Carlton, also arrived. He shook hands with Gabe Chaucer, as the two had met before. "Hello, Teacher Chaucer."

Gabe Chaucer replied, "Hello, Mr. Carlton."

The two teachers, who had both failed to police young love, shared a knowing smile.

Pantheon and the others nearby felt a growing admiration for Mortimer Quincy. He and Holly had been together for over five years, from high school until now, and had finally made it.

「Bridal Suite」

Iris Kensington and Anna Willow were both in their bridesmaid dresses. Anna, looking at her phone, said to Holly, who was having her makeup done, "Mr. Carlton and Teacher Chaucer just shook hands."

"It’s a live look at the failure to crack down on young love." After saying this, she burst out laughing.

Holly couldn’t help but smile. She stared at the woman in the mirror, dressed in a white wedding gown and veil. She looked familiar, yet strange. The face was familiar, but the eyes were different—they now held a confidence she hadn’t possessed back then.

A confidence born from a life without regrets, from always moving forward.

It was no exaggeration; when anyone gets a second chance at life, their eyes truly gain a little more light.

’Holly, you worked hard. You have no regrets.’

’You made up for the fatherly love you missed.’

’You’ve married Mortimer Quincy again.’

’This is wonderful.’