After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 2: 180 Minutes

minutes?

Three hours?

They were both mature adults. Moira Sloan, of course, knew what those three hours were referring to.

It was his answer to the question she had asked during their blind date.

Still, Moira was rather surprised that this man was contacting her again.

After all, during the date, his expression had been exceptionally cold. He hadn’t smiled once and was painfully serious.

He really didn’t seem like the type to make such suggestive remarks.

Of course, he also didn’t seem like the type who would be into a femme fatale like her.

’Is he the outwardly cold, inwardly passionate type?’

’As expected. Men are all cut from the same cloth. They use their heads for their careers and their dicks for women. A clear division of labor, a perfect separation of public and private life.’

Distracted by the man’s message, Moira forgot to reply and instead stood up, hailed a cab, and went home.

The moment she walked through the door, the phone in her pocket started ringing.

She pulled her phone from her pocket and saw the single word "Grandma" flashing on the screen. After a brief hesitation, knowing she couldn’t avoid it, her slender, pale fingers swiped across the screen to answer.

"Grandma." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Knowing the blind date was a failure and that she was in for another earful, Moira deliberately made her voice sweet and coquettish, trying to appeal to the old woman’s soft spot for her.

But the old woman didn’t fall for it, cutting straight to the chase. "So, how did the blind date go today?"

Moira twirled a strand of hair around her finger. "It didn’t work out."

The old woman asked, "You didn’t like him either?"

That one word, "either," was deeply meaningful.

The admission hovered on the tip of Moira’s tongue, but afraid of getting scolded, she changed her tune and said pitifully, "Of course not! Today’s guy was top-notch—handsome, great body. I was satisfied with him in every way."

The old woman’s tone was clearly skeptical. "Really?"

Moira lied through her pearly whites. "Really."

After Moira’s "Really," there was supposed to be a "but."

Just as she was about to pin the blame on Connor Quinn, the old woman’s cheerful voice cut her off. "Perfect! Quinn was very satisfied with you, too. Go ahead and accept his friend request on WeChat."

Moira was speechless.

’The master eagle handler gets pecked in the eye.’

Moira’s red lips parted slightly, her soft tongue tracing her front teeth. "Alright."

"Moira," the old woman warned, "don’t you go pulling any stunts on me."

Moira replied, "I can’t promise that."

Moira’s reply was crisp, but having grown up in the south, her speech carried the soft, lilting murmur of the Jiangnan water towns. Hearing it, the old woman’s heart suddenly softened. "Are you still hung up on... you-know-who?"

That "you-know-who" was Shane Jennings.

The memory of his name, once so sweet, was now a pain that burned to the bone.

Moira pursed her lips. "Grandma, he’s already married."

"It’s time to let go," the old woman said.

It was a rare moment—the famously sharp-tongued Mrs. Hale was actually comforting someone. A bittersweet feeling washed over Moira. "I know."

But before the warm feeling could even fade, the old woman on the phone doused her with a bucket of cold water. "If you don’t let go soon, his fiancée will be showing."

Moira was speechless.

’She knew it!!’

After hanging up with her grandmother, Moira got up, went to the fridge for a can of beer, and leaned against the wall to take a couple of sips. Then, as if a thought occurred to her, she lowered her gaze and accepted Connor Quinn’s friend request on WeChat.

Perhaps out of curiosity born from a lonely dry spell, Moira’s finger swiped, and she clicked into Connor Quinn’s Moments.

A quick scan made Moira click her tongue with a "tsk."

There was nothing there, save for a few occasional sketches of tattoo designs.

’His feed is just like him—boring.’

A smile played on Moira’s red lips. Just as she was about to exit, the phone in her hand vibrated. Connor Quinn had sent her a second message.

[Are you free tonight?]

A half-smile on her face, Moira replied: Why? Want to test out your 180?