After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 62: He Wants to Secure His Position, Brazenly

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: He Wants to Secure His Position, Brazenly

Connor Quinn’s voice was low and deep—earnest, but with a mischievous edge.

Held in his arms, Moira Sloan trembled instinctively.

After a few seconds, worried Shauna Duane would notice something was off, Moira Sloan cleared her throat and fudged, "Okay, don’t worry yet. I’ll send him a message and ask."

Hearing that Moira Sloan would help, Shauna Duane replied in a pitiful, muffled voice, "Thank you, Moira Sloan."

Moira Sloan said, "It’s nothing. I’ll ask for you."

With that, Moira Sloan hung up.

The call ended. Moira Sloan struggled out of Connor Quinn’s arms, tossed her phone onto the bed in a careless arc, and then leaned lazily against the wall, crossing her arms to watch him.

"Connor Quinn, what exactly are you trying to do?"

Connor Quinn lowered his gaze, his expression unreadable. "What?"

Moira Sloan scoffed. "Do you take me for a naive little girl like Shauna Duane?"

He had taken Shane Jennings’s call in the bathroom, taken her to the Jennings Family home, and now, he had made a sound when he knew she was on the phone with Shauna Duane...

She wasn’t an idiot. It only took a moment’s thought to figure out the game he was playing.

They were both intelligent people. Now that the pretense was shattered, it was time to be frank.

Besides, Connor Quinn had never tried to hide his motives.

Under Moira Sloan’s scornful gaze, Connor Quinn walked over to her.

One looked up, the other down. They held each other’s gaze for a moment before Connor Quinn’s Adam’s apple bobbed. "I want everyone to know."

Moira Sloan was speechless. "..."

"I’ve never hidden my feelings for you," Connor Quinn said. "But you? You took advantage of my feelings, used me, slept with me, and now you want to keep me in the shadows. Moira Sloan, you can’t possibly think that sleeping with me makes us even, can you?"

That sort of thing between a man and a woman was one thing to do, but another thing entirely to talk about so brazenly.

Especially when one party was already in the wrong.

Having been called out, Moira Sloan’s delicate brows shot up. "I used you? We had a fair transaction! If you thought it was unfair, you shouldn’t have agreed in the first place. Why are you playing the victim now?"

"I never said I was the victim," Connor Quinn said.

Moira Sloan said, seething, "Then what are you doing right now?"

Connor Quinn’s expression was open and frank. "You asked what I wanted to do. I’m answering your question."

Moira Sloan was choked with frustration.

Anger swirled in her chest. She was furious.

Back when she was with Shane Jennings, she had heard plenty of stories in their circle about friends-with-benefits arrangements ending in messy entanglements.

But most of the time, feelings developed, and it was the woman who clung to the man.

A man like Connor Quinn, who was so relentlessly persistent, was truly one of a kind.

Moira Sloan was so angry she could grind her teeth. Her red lips parted, just as she was about to curse him out, but Connor Quinn leaned down and captured them in a kiss.

Moira Sloan, "!!"

In contrast to Moira Sloan’s seething rage, Connor Quinn’s kiss was exceptionally gentle.

He deepened it slowly, methodically, until she softened in his arms, and then things started to get good.

As Connor Quinn’s large hands lifted her, she grit her teeth and cursed him for being cheap, for throwing himself at her.

Connor Quinn buried his head to kiss the crimson mole on her chest, his voice hoarse and desirous. "Mmm, yes. I’m cheap. I’m throwing myself at you..."

The corners of Moira Sloan’s eyes reddened. She couldn’t bring herself to say any more vicious words and could only let him do as he pleased.

Afterward, he carried her to the bath. When she came out of the bathroom, she flopped onto the bed and didn’t move.

A cigarette dangling from his lips, Connor Quinn went to massage her cramped calf.

Moira Sloan grunted from under the covers, "You bastard. The moment I get back, I’m dumping you."

Moira Sloan had originally planned to go shopping with Flora Rhodes that evening, but after being manhandled by Connor Quinn, she had no energy left. Her limp arm moved by the headboard. She fumbled for her phone and sent Flora Rhodes a message: See you at the wedding tomorrow.

Flora Rhodes: Huh?

Moira Sloan: Don’t feel like going out today.

Flora Rhodes: Getting some action in broad daylight?

Moira Sloan: Piss off.

Flora Rhodes: Moira, you’ve changed. You used to be so proper, and now you’re hopelessly addicted to the pleasures of the flesh.

Moira Sloan tossed her phone aside, not wanting to talk.

That evening, Moira Sloan and Connor Quinn ordered takeout. She was exhausted and her legs felt like jelly; she had absolutely no desire to go out for food.

During the meal, Moira Sloan bit the tip of her chopsticks and said, "If you really don’t like Shauna Duane, you should tell her clearly. She’s a simple girl. Stringing her along like this will only make her fall for you harder."

Connor Quinn picked up his soup and drank half the bowl in one go. His voice was cold and severe as he said, "Why don’t you just tell her we’re sleeping together? The effect would be much more immediate."

Moira Sloan, "!!"

That night, as she was drifting off to sleep, Moira Sloan groggily realized something.

’In her relationship with Connor Quinn, it seemed like she was the arrogant and willful one. But in reality, he had her completely figured out—and had her wrapped tightly around his little finger...’