After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 65: Do You Want to Have Our Wedding Night?

Chapter 65: Chapter 65: Do You Want to Have Our Wedding Night?

Moira Sloan was truly delicate.

It wasn’t a superficial affectation, but a delicateness that seeped from her very bones.

It was in her every gesture, her every frown and smile.

When Moira finished speaking, Connor Quinn didn’t look down at her. Instead, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he hummed an "mhm" of acknowledgment before reaching out a large hand to wrap around her waist.

Moira leaned into his embrace and glanced back, her lips curling into a provocative smirk when she saw the owners of those gazes quickly look away.

Flora Rhodes, sitting right next to Moira, couldn’t help but sigh in admiration as she watched the two interact.

’They really are a perfect match.’

’One was tough and unyielding, the other so soft you could practically squeeze water from her.’

’One had the composure of a stoic monk, while the other was a captivating siren, swaying as if to stir up waves.’

The wedding began, and guests gradually took their seats.

Moira Sloan’s status was more or less well-known in their social circle.

With Connor Quinn—the Jennings Family’s "lost pearl"—by her side, the two of them were a stunning sight, drawing more attention than the bride and groom.

However, both of them were quite composed, ignoring the world around them and focusing only on the food on their plates.

Compared to the two of them, Flora Rhodes was not nearly as calm.

Hearing the gossip from behind, she glanced at the couple several times, looking as if she wanted to say something but holding back. In the end, her silence spoke volumes.

All weddings follow the same old script.

The first half is lively and fun, the second half is touching and tear-filled, and sandwiched in between is the bride and groom’s indecipherable love.

The moment she saw the bride’s father place her hand in Shane Jennings’s, Moira Sloan’s heart still ached.

Like the prick of a needle.

It wasn’t a heart-wrenching agony, but it was suffocating all the same.

’Seven years.’

’How many seven-year periods does a person get in life?’

’All that passion fed to the dogs.’

As Moira sucked in a sharp breath, a large hand grasped hers under the table. A moment later, that same hand affectionately squeezed her fingertips, then playfully traced a line across her palm.

Then, the man’s low, magnetic voice sounded by her ear. "What’s there to be sad about? He just got married. We’ve already had our wedding night."

Moira was stunned.

Flora, sitting beside them, was rendered utterly speechless.

’I heard nothing. I didn’t hear a thing.’

The wedding began in a flurry of noise and ended the same way.

There was another event in the evening: a family banquet.

A reception was also held at the hotel, but given the Jennings Family’s standing, no one dared expect any of them to host personally.

Though it was called a family banquet, plenty of people attended.

As the saying goes, "The rich have distant relatives even in the deep mountains." All sorts of branch members of the Jennings Family, recognizable and not, made for a very lively affair.

During the banquet, someone came over to cozy up to Connor Quinn.

Moira was sitting right beside him but couldn’t hear what he said to the man. In any case, when the man walked away, his face was absolutely foul.

Moira had had a couple of drinks that evening, and as the alcohol went to her head, her curiosity piqued. She leaned close to Connor and asked in a low voice, "What did that man say to you?"

Connor said without a change in expression, "He told me we could collaborate on suitable projects in the future."

Moira raised an eyebrow. "And what did you say?"

Connor replied, "I told him to let me know when he decides to join a gang. I could give him a tattoo—a green dragon on the left arm, a white tiger on the right."

Moira couldn’t help but laugh. "And then?"

Hearing her laugh, Connor glanced down and saw the girl nestled against him, her eyes curving into crescents. The alcohol had stripped away her usual pride, leaving her cute and docile, a tiny little thing in his arms. The corners of his lips quirked up, and his voice softened. "And then it was just as you saw. He didn’t dare curse me out because of my status as the eldest young master of the Jennings Family, so he just left with a grim look on his face."

Moira remarked, "He’s pretty pragmatic."

Connor took a sip of his drink, his low voice laced with amusement. "Mhm."

When the family banquet ended, it was Shane Jennings’s childhood friends who started the wedding night shenanigans.

Moira didn’t join the fun. She knew all of them, so she slipped away and returned to the bedroom the Jennings Family had arranged for Connor.

She had been to Shane Jennings’s bedroom before; it was clearly larger than Connor’s.

She had drunk quite a bit that night, and now, hearing the jeering and whistling from the room next door, her head was starting to ache.

Just as she was about to get up to take a shower and rest, the door was pushed open, and Connor Quinn strode in.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, Moira’s mind felt muddled.

The next second, her mouth moved faster than her brain. She licked her lower lip, her red lips parting as she breathed out fragrant words, "Connor Quinn, tonight... do you want to have a wedding night with me?"