After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 64: Hold Me

Meanwhile, Moira Sloan and Flora Rhodes had said they were going to the restroom, but in reality, they just found a quiet spot to hang out.

In the enormous hotel, they casually grabbed a couple of chairs and sat in a corner.

Moira was a classic beauty in her qipao today, her long hair pinned up with only a few stray strands falling naturally against her cheeks.

Her skin was as smooth as cream, her neck long and graceful.

She sat with her back to the sun, her posture one of languid glamour.

Flora Rhodes’s style was a stark contrast: a low-cut top, a short skirt, and big, wavy hair.

Each woman was beautiful in her own way, the kind of beautiful that could make a man stop in his tracks and fall head over heels.

So while the two had originally intended to hide away for some peace and gossip, they unintentionally collected a number of business cards.

Finally, when the umpteenth man came over to offer his card, Flora’s expression soured, annoyed that he had interrupted her right as she was getting to the good part of a story.

"I’m divorced with two kids. You sure about this?"

"And her?" she added. "She’s got it even worse than me. She’s some guy’s mistress."

Flora was lying, and anyone could tell.

But her blatant disrespect was enough to put him in an incredibly awkward position.

The man gave her an awkward smile. He was clearly a man of some standing, and unable to stomach the embarrassment, he retracted his card, lowered his head, and scurried away.

"Every single one of these guys has some serious issues," Flora muttered.

Moira chuckled softly. She hadn’t accepted a single card. No matter how long someone stood in front of her, she simply wouldn’t take it, not even offering a basic, polite smile.

’That’s how people are sometimes. Give them an inch, and they’ll take a mile.’

’If you dare to give them a smile, they’ll think you’re easygoing—or worse, just plain easy.’

Flora’s attitude made the other eager men keep their distance.

She flicked her long hair back and leaned in close to Moira, ready to continue their gossip session.

"I found out the truth about that whole thing with Rachel Yates and her ex-boyfriend. And just as I thought, she was the one who cheated first."

Flora’s eyes sparkled as she dished the gossip, shining even brighter than when she won her competitions.

Moira teased, "Why are you always digging up dirt on her?"

Flora’s brow furrowed. "If she hadn’t framed you, would you have been sent back to Everwood County?"

Moira smiled faintly. "Everwood County wasn’t so bad."

At least the atmosphere was relaxed, and life was more carefree.

She didn’t have to wake up every day to face endless competitions or deal with an overwhelming workload.

Seeing that Moira didn’t seem too bothered, Flora calmed down a bit, influenced by her friend’s mood. She nudged her with her elbow. "Guess who Rachel cheated with."

Moira played along. "Someone we know?"

Flora said mysteriously, "Probably someone we know."

Moira rested a pretty fingertip on her cheek. Her manicure was fresh, adorned with sparkling flecks that shimmered iridescently in the light. "Probably?"

The mysterious look on Flora’s face deepened into something more meaningful. "Yes, probably. Because no one’s been able to figure out who the guy is. However, Rachel has been sporting a new, expensive handbag all the time lately."

’New, expensive handbags all the time?’

’Now that is a very... interesting signal.’

It was common knowledge that Rachel came from a poor family, one that favored sons over daughters.

For years, more than half of the money she earned went to her family.

She was supporting both her older and her younger brothers.

While other women were stuck just supporting a younger brother, in her case, her entire family was a dead weight.

Thinking of all this, a scene suddenly flashed through Moira’s mind.

It was from the day she had just returned to Atheria—in the hotel lobby, Rachel Yates and Shane Jennings...

’No way, right?’ 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

While Moira was lost in thought, the sound of an argument suddenly erupted from a nearby lounge.

"Everyone knows Shane Jennings was with his ex-girlfriend for seven years. They were deeply in love."

"For something like this, I think the best thing to do is just ask Shane Jennings directly."

"What about Shane’s ex? I heard that woman came today, too, didn’t she?"

"Came? She did more than that. I heard she’s here as the girlfriend of the eldest young master of the Jennings family. First she hooks up with the younger brother, now she’s seducing the older one. So shameless."

The insults came one after another.

Hearing this, Flora made a move to stand up and confront them.

Seeing this, Moira reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"Moira, they..."

Flora said, indignantly pointing toward the lounge.

Moira lifted her gaze and glanced over, only then noticing that the "lounge" was actually the bride’s dressing room.

The women who had just been talking were probably the bridesmaids.

Moira rose languidly to her feet. Without saying a word, she took Flora’s arm and started to walk away.

Flora’s eyes widened in disbelief. "We get insulted for no reason and you’re just going to let it go?"

A smile graced Moira’s red lips, her eyes full of captivating charm. "There’s plenty of time for that later. Let’s not ruin someone else’s big day."

With that, Moira walked past the entrance to the dressing room, arm in arm with Flora.

Just as they reached the doorway, they ran right into one of the women who had been running her mouth.

The woman saw Moira and her face filled with astonishment.

Their eyes met. Moira smiled faintly, her red lips curling. "What an odd little thing. Your face looks like it was put together at random."

The woman stared, speechless.

With that said, Moira walked away in her high heels.

Back in her seat, Moira sensed several pairs of eyes still following her. As if boneless, she leaned her soft body against Connor Quinn, getting close to his ear to say coquettishly, "Master Quinn, hold me."