After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 50: A Little Sweetener

Connor Quinn reminded Moira Sloan of someone.

A hero arriving in the nick of time.

He was always right on time, his timing absolutely perfect.

As she watched the colorful display of emotions on Shane Jennings and Rachel Yates’s faces, the corner of Moira Sloan’s mouth curled into a sneer.

’What’s with that look on their faces?’

’Why do they look like they just busted a cheating couple?’

’Hold on. They’re the ones showing up at a hotel together—one with a fiancée, the other with a boyfriend she’s been with for years—and they don’t see a problem with it? But I’m with Connor, and we’re both single, yet somehow *we’re* the ones being put on the moral defensive?’

"Moira, when did you get back? Why didn’t you let us know?"

Before Moira Sloan could finish savoring the looks on their faces, Rachel Yates stepped out from behind Shane Jennings. She composed herself with incredible speed, the shock on her face melting away to reveal a phony smile.

When it came to being fake, however, Moira Sloan could play that game too. Her red lips curved into a smile. Already beautiful, she added a touch of delicate charm that didn’t seem forced at all. Instead, it made her look playful and cute. "And if I had told you, would you have come to pick me up?"

Rachel Yates’s expression turned awkward in an instant. Forcing a smile, she said, "Of course."

Moira’s eyes curved into crescents. "In that case, I’ll be sure to let you know next time I’m back."

Rachel Yates’s mouth twitched. She had the distinct feeling she had just dug a hole for herself. Her smile was about to break. She didn’t want to respond, but she had to force herself. "Okay."

"Rachel."

At the sound of her name, Rachel’s heart skipped a beat, and a bad feeling washed over her.

And just as she expected, the next moment, Moira’s red lips parted. "It’s been a few months," she said, her words crisp and clear, "and your acting has gotten even better."

Rachel’s face went from pale to livid. Her mouth twitched, and she looked like she was about to say something, but Moira didn’t give her the chance. She simply turned, took Connor Quinn’s arm, and walked away.

Just before they’d entered the hotel, Moira had been debating whether to get one room or two.

Now, under the circumstances, there was no need to even think about it.

One room it was.

After getting the room and taking the key card from the front desk, Moira linked her arm with Connor’s and stepped into the elevator.

The moment the elevator doors slid shut, the two of them instantly separated, each retreating to one side.

Of course, Moira was the one who made the first move to separate.

She took a step back and leaned against the elevator wall, her expression stony.

She wasn’t hiding her feelings. She was pissed.

Seeing her expression, Connor spoke in a low voice. "Is that woman Shane Jennings’s fiancée?"

At his words, Moira raised an eyebrow, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "You don’t recognize your own sister-in-law?"

Connor’s expression remained unchanged. "I’m not familiar with the brother, either."

Moira was left speechless.

His words were venomous, but she had no way to argue back.

Because it was the truth.

A few moments later, they got off the elevator and entered their room.

Connor took off his jacket and went to hang it up while Moira sat on the sofa, studying his back.

When Connor turned around, she raised a speculative eyebrow. "You’ve really never met Shane Jennings before?"

’They’re first cousins, but they don’t know each other? That doesn’t make any sense.’

Connor strode toward her. "Never."

"First cousins, and you’ve never met?"

Connor walked right up to her, bent down, and scooped her onto his lap. Now facing him, she watched as his deep-set eyes glanced down.

Moira’s jaw tightened. She knew exactly what he was looking at and subconsciously tried to press her legs together.

But in this position, it was impossible. The best she could do was press her knees together.

"Black," Connor said, his voice husky and magnetic.

Moira gritted her teeth. "Connor Quinn!"

Connor’s hands gripped her soft waist. He wasn’t caressing or teasing her; he simply tightened his hold inch by inch, then slowly loosened it. The pressure and sheer presence of his touch were immense, making her deeply uncomfortable.

They stared at each other, and just as Moira’s patience was about to snap, his lips curved slightly as he spoke. "It’s true, I’ve never met him. I’m a Jennings, but I’ve never spent a single day living with the family."

Hearing Connor’s words, Moira’s simmering anger was replaced by curiosity. "Hm?"

Connor leaned back. "You want to know?"

Moira didn’t say a word, but her expression said it all.

"That’s my private business," Connor said.

Moira pursed her lips.

’He had a point.’

’It really wasn’t right to pry into someone’s private life.’

Moira took a shallow breath. Just as she was about to give up on prying, Connor’s Adam’s apple bobbed. "Moira," he said, "if you’re that curious, you need to show it. Give me a little something to make it worth my while..."