After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 59: Puffed Up and Panting

As they left the Jennings Estate, Moira Sloan walked ahead.

In her high heels and long dress, her curvy figure made her look every bit a living, breathing siren.

She took a few steps then suddenly turned back to look at Connor Quinn.

Her eyes narrowed, a subtle displeasure hiding within them.

Connor looked down at her, his voice deep. "What’s wrong?"

Moira raised an eyebrow. "What did Master Jennings say when he called you into the study just now?"

Connor’s expression was nonchalant. "Just catching up."

Moira scoffed.

’Catching up?’

’What was there for him and Master Jennings to catch up on?’

’Setting everything else aside, just look at the lunch they served. Master Jennings didn’t treat him like family at all.’

’After being estranged for so many years, if they really considered him family, shouldn’t there be some guilt at the very least? Shouldn’t they have at least asked what he liked to eat?’

’Nothing. Absolutely nothing.’

’They just summoned him home with a single phone call.’

’Were they calling a dog?’

Moira stared at Connor. She knew he wasn’t telling her the truth, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on why she was so worked up. There was just a faint, persistent unease in her heart.

’Was it because Master Jennings’s actions reminded her of her own good-for-nothing father?’

A little while later, the two got in the car to head back to the hotel.

The ride was silent. When they arrived, Connor leaned over to unbuckle her seatbelt, his eyes lowered as he asked in a low voice, "Upset?"

Moira was stubborn. "No."

Connor said, "In the study just now, the old master offered me a sum of money. I turned it down."

Moira gave a smirk that wasn’t quite a smile. "How noble of you."

’You can barely make ends meet, yet you refuse a handout.’

Connor raised his eyes to hers, taking in her disdainful smile. "I do alright."

Moira sneered, "Give you an inch and you take a mile, huh?"

Connor said flatly, "Call me fat, and I won’t pant." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Moira’s temper was flaring, and her mouth moved faster than her brain. "Then what does it take to make you pant?"

Connor replied with a deadpan expression, "Getting hard."

Moira was left speechless, her cheeks flushing red. She broke eye contact with Connor and turned her head to look out the car window.

’This damn man. The colder and more unapproachable he seems on the surface, the more debauched he is in private.’

’And he always says it with such a poker face, making you feel like he just said it casually and if you read more into it, you’re the perverted one.’

After getting out of the car, they took the elevator back to their room.

In the elevator, Connor said mildly, "I’m discovering you know quite a lot."

Moira lifted her gaze to him, figuring he must have seen what happened earlier at the Jennings Estate. A corner of her mouth twitched into a half-smile. "What deep-seated prejudice makes you think a beautiful woman must be an empty vase?"

Connor said, "I didn’t say that."

Moira replied, "But you were definitely thinking it."

With that, Moira stepped out of the elevator. As she passed Connor, she shot him a sideways glance and said, "Judging a book by its cover."

Connor was an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire, but Moira’s temper was so fierce she gave him no room to retort.

Reaching their room, Moira swiped the key card, kicked off her high heels, and walked straight to the sofa to sit down.

Connor followed behind her, watching her bare feet on the floor and the sway of her dress. His Adam’s apple bobbed, but he didn’t say a word.

Or rather, in an atmosphere like this, he didn’t dare say a word.

Moira had just sat down when her phone, still in her hand, buzzed with a new message.

She glanced down at the screen, and a disdainful smile played on her lips as she read it.

[Moira, can I see you?]

[I know you hate me, but it was all a misunderstanding. I hope you can give me a chance to explain.]

It was signed, Rachel Yates.

After their falling out, Moira had deleted all of Rachel’s contact information. She hadn’t blocked her, mainly because she figured things were so bad that Rachel wouldn’t have the gall to contact her again.

Apparently, she had underestimated the extent of Rachel’s shamelessness.

Moira’s finger swiped across the screen, intending to delete the message, but she suddenly paused. She typed a reply to Rachel: Where?

Rachel: Moira, you’ll really see me?

Moira: Cut the crap. You said you wanted to explain, right? Name the place.

’I’d like to see just how glib she can be.’

Moira sent the message, and Rachel replied instantly: How about Room 327, right here in your hotel?

Moira: Fine.

Rachel: See you in ten minutes.

After texting with Rachel, Moira got up from the sofa, went straight into the bathroom to touch up her makeup, and tied her long, loose hair into a ponytail.

’It’ll be more convenient for slapping someone later. Less of a hindrance.’

Once she was done, she was about to head out the door when she ran right into Connor, who was standing in the doorway.

Moira asked, "Something wrong?"

Connor said, "I forgot to tell you earlier. The old master wants us to go back to the estate tomorrow night and stay over."

Moira arched an eyebrow. "?"