After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 28: Turning One’s Back

Not all "heys" are created equal.

And just like that, "eat" had taken on a much deeper meaning.

Moira Sloan’s slender waist was held fast, leaving her unable to move. A series of images, things she’d never been taught yet somehow understood, flashed through her mind, and the tips of her ears instantly turned crimson.

Seeing this, the dark depths of Connor Quinn’s eyes seemed to sink even further. He lowered his head, pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck, and asked in a low, husky voice, "Are you hungry?"

Moira Sloan bit her lip, her ears so red they looked as if they might bleed.

Connor Quinn said, "I am."

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Afterward, Moira Sloan nearly collapsed to the floor. It was only Connor Quinn’s large hand catching her from behind that saved her.

Connor Quinn’s voice was deep as he said, "I’ll carry you to the shower."

Moira Sloan tilted her head back to look at him with disdain. "Oh, really?"

Connor Quinn swept her up into his arms, his expression perfectly serious. "Don’t worry, I won’t start again. I know the difference between having my fill once and being well-fed for the long haul."

Moira Sloan, "..."

Once in the bathroom, Moira Sloan was too lazy to even lift a finger.

The desire had passed and the shyness had faded, leaving only her innate, commanding presence.

She hadn’t exactly come out on top in the dining room just now. Though it had certainly been pleasurable, she had been completely overpowered. She was the type who always got her revenge, no matter how small the slight. So now, draped languidly over the edge of the tub, she began to jab at him with little remarks. "They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, that you can usually tell what kind of person someone is just by looking into their eyes. But you, Master Quinn, are different."

Connor Quinn remained silent, his large hand gliding through the foam on her back.

Hearing no response, Moira Sloan had no intention of letting him off the hook. She tilted her head, her gaze falling on his expressionless face, and stared directly into his eyes as she continued, "Are your eyes security bars, Master Quinn? You look so proper and serious, but who would have thought... Heh..."

Connor Quinn said, "Do you want me to wash your hair? I can do that for you while I’m at it."

Moira Sloan’s provocation felt like punching a pillow. She huffed softly. "Wash it." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

’Why turn down free labor?’

’Especially when that same labor had just squeezed her dry.’

After they got out of the bathroom, Moira Sloan was wrapped in a towel while he dried her hair.

She sat curled up in a chair, watching the man behind her in the vanity mirror. She picked up a bottle of nail polish and, with her eyes lowered, began to casually paint her fair toes. "Connor Quinn," she said nonchalantly, "how many women have you dried hair for?"

Connor Quinn’s expression was cool. "Only you."

Moira Sloan let out a soft, clearly disbelieving laugh. "Is that so?"

Hearing the mockery in her tone, Connor Quinn’s voice was crisp. "The food’s gotten cold. I’ll go heat it up for you."

Moira Sloan said, "I’m not hungry anymore."

Connor Quinn looked down at her.

Moira Sloan leaned back in the chair and looked up, her eyes curving into captivating crescents. "Master Quinn."

Connor Quinn’s Adam’s apple bobbed. "Go on."

Moira Sloan said, "It’s getting late. You should go."

Connor Quinn said, "Mm."

Connor Quinn left decisively, without a hint of hesitation.

After he was gone, Moira Sloan waited for the polish on her toes to dry, then stood, let the towel fall, and walked to the closet to pull on a nightgown.

A little while later, Moira Sloan walked out of the bedroom. She glanced at the table full of food in the dining room, then leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms.

’Tsk, how am I supposed to eat this now?’

’It’s an absolute disaster.’

Just as she was thinking this, the doorbell suddenly rang. She dropped her arms, straightened up, and walked over.

The door opened. Seeing who was outside, Moira Sloan’s eyes narrowed slightly as she offered a smile that didn’t reach them. "President Jennings."