Little Sister Quincy?
Mortimer Quincy tilted his head to look at her, raising an eyebrow. "Miss Winslow works too. Anything my wife calls me is fine."
Holly Winslow tilted her head and squinted at him, looking like she was about to say something shocking. "Even if it's not yours?"
Mortimer Quincy gave her a dark look, then reached out and pulled her into his arms. "Hmm? So is it fine, wifey?"
Before Holly Winslow could answer, he lowered his head and bit her lip a little forcefully. "You just try it!"
"I'll make you beg for mercy every night."
Holly Winslow: "..."
'This guy must have been secretly reading my novels. How else could he spout such a classic line from an overbearing CEO story?'
Just as she was about to say something, she caught sight of Wyatt Winslow at the doorway out of the corner of her eye. Before she could react, Wyatt silently walked away, probably afraid of interrupting what they might do next. "..."
