Holly didn't understand the first sentence. 'What does my blushing have to do with it being dark?'
When she heard the second sentence, it clicked. Scholar Quincy was saying something inappropriate again. "..."
She shot him a look and pretended to be disgusted, moving a little farther away. "No need. I know you're shameless—the most shameless person in the whole world."
"I was just worried my dear wife didn't know. I was thinking maybe we should revisit last night's 'scene.'"
Mortimer Quincy chuckled, wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and pulled her into his embrace. He raised an eyebrow and added, "Actually, I can be even more shameless."
After speaking, he quickly lowered his head and gave her a peck. "Shameless enough? If not, how about another one?"
Holly Winslow: "..."
'Even the city walls aren't as thick-skinned as he is. How much more shameless can he get?'
Fortunately, everyone's attention was on Paul Powell and Luna Lynch right now, so no one saw them.
