After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 125: Covetous Indulgence

When Moira Sloan spoke, her entire demeanor was delicate and soft.

She was clearly laying a trap.

When the man in the driver’s seat didn’t reply, her slender fingertips began to tease him, stroking his chin intermittently.

Seeing his eyes darken, she let out a coquettish laugh.

The next second, her mischievous hand was seized.

"Don’t."

Connor Quinn’s voice was stern and cold, and his expression was just as grim.

Moira Sloan chalked it up to his recent pent-up frustration, compounded by the disappointment of her turning him down for a relationship.

But even with her hand caught, she didn’t relent. She tickled his palm with her fingertips, and when she saw him try to pull away, she guided his hand to her lips.

The next moment, her red lips parted, and she took one of his fingers into her mouth...

Then, her tongue teased it, enveloping it gently.

"Moira Sloan."

His voice deepened, his gaze darkened, and his jaw tensed.

Moira thoroughly enjoyed his reaction. She slowly lifted her gaze to meet his, her eyes feigning innocence, her posture deliberately affected. Nibbling on his fingertip, she asked, "Don’t you like it, Boss Quinn?"

Connor Quinn’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

He remained silent.

As the charged atmosphere between them grew thicker, Connor Quinn spun the steering wheel with one large hand, abruptly pulling the car over to the side of the road.

The next moment, he reached over, plucked the little troublemaker from the passenger seat, and pulled her onto his lap.

Their eyes met, and then Connor Quinn’s scorching kiss descended, fierce and demanding.

He gripped Moira’s slender waist, pressing her slim back against the steering wheel.

Connor Quinn’s tongue plunged into her mouth, conquering and plundering.

He didn’t relent until she was breathless and aroused in his arms. Only then did he loosen his hold slightly, pressing his forehead against hers. "Moira Sloan," he said, his voice husky.

Moira’s eyes were glistening, and the tail end of her response trembled. "Hmm?"

Connor Quinn said, "Can’t you treat me better?"

Moira chuckled lightly. "How so?"

Connor Quinn said, "I know you look down on me, and I know there’s no future for us. But just for the limited time we have, could you treat me a little better? Like... like a boyfriend."

Hearing this, Moira’s heart suddenly tightened.

They had known each other for over two months, and to be honest, she really couldn’t find any fault with Connor Quinn.

If she hadn’t just been burned by a relationship, and if she didn’t have a pile of her own messes to sort out—which had turned her heart to stone—she might have found herself moved by him long ago. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

But alas, this world had everything except for "what ifs."

After Connor Quinn spoke, Moira pressed her lips together, not replying immediately.

After a long moment, her expression grew uncharacteristically serious. "Alright."

Then, she added teasingly, "Connor Quinn, you’re playing for high stakes here. What are you going to do if you can’t detach when it’s time for us to part ways?"

Connor Quinn kissed her again, saying in a deep voice, "I brought this on myself. If that day really comes, I’ll only have myself to blame."

This was just how things were between men and women.

All that talk about separating the heart from the body, about not putting a label on things.

To put it bluntly, it just meant there were still feelings involved.

Moira was well aware of this.

She was thirty, not thirteen. Life had hardened her from a young age, teaching her to face reality head-on. She wasn’t one to bury her head in the sand.

Now that this unspoken issue was out in the open, the dynamic and atmosphere between them actually became more relaxed.

Back home that evening, Connor Quinn cooked while Moira Sloan had a video call with Flora Rhodes.

Moira sat on the living room sofa, her legs crossed. The small bell on her ankle tinkled crisply as she jiggled her foot.

Flora Rhodes said, "I have some earth-shattering gossip."

Moira replied, "Get to the point."

Flora Rhodes said, "Finn Fuller is pursuing Rachel Yates."

Moira raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Flora Rhodes clicked her tongue twice. "TSK TSK. Shocking, right? A thunderclap from the heavens, and the juicy gossip makes its dazzling debut."

A smile played in Moira’s glistening eyes. "Do tell."

Flora Rhodes said, "I don’t know the specific details, but I can confirm that Finn Fuller is pursuing Rachel Yates. And he’s being very high-profile about it. Just this afternoon, right in front of your old company’s entrance, he sent her nine hundred and ninety-nine roses."

Moira’s expression was intrigued. "Is that so?"

Flora Rhodes said, "If you don’t believe me, I’ve got pictures to prove it."

Moira refused. "No need. I’m afraid it’ll burn my eyes."

’Finn Fuller pursuing Rachel Yates.’

’This was beyond strange.’

’From what she knew of Finn, Rachel wasn’t his type at all.’

’An anomaly like this meant something was afoot.’

’Finn was an opportunist who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. He clearly wasn’t interested in Rachel’s type, so his sudden pursuit could only mean one thing: she had something he was after.’

’What could it be?’

As Moira fell into thought, Flora suddenly started flailing excitedly on the other end of the video call.

Moira arched an eyebrow. "?"

Flora said, "Whoa... Boss Quinn is at your place?"

Moira followed Flora’s line of sight, glancing back to see Connor Quinn heading into the bathroom. She turned back to the screen and replied nonchalantly, "It’s late. Where else would he be?"

Flora’s grin was wicked. "Home? For *him*?"

Moira gave a half-smile. "What are you trying to say?"

Flora leaned her face close to the screen and lowered her voice. "Be honest with me. You really haven’t fallen for Boss Quinn?"

Moira leaned back into the sofa, her expression unreadable as she replied lazily, "Not for the man himself."

Flora waited for the punchline. "And...?"

Moira replied, "For his body, though? A little."