After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 74: Scoundrel

Connor Quinn’s voice was low and deep, and Moira Sloan heard him clearly.

When Connor Quinn finished speaking, Moira Sloan pressed her lips together, saying nothing.

He wasn’t in a hurry. He simply caressed the back of her neck with his large hand. Seeing her ears flush red, he said in a beguiling tone, "Give it a try, hmm? One last time."

When it came to matters like this between a man and a woman, you couldn’t press for an answer. Silence was tacit consent.

Insisting on a definite answer would only ruin the delicate, misty ambiguity of the moment.

Connor Quinn had a perfect grasp of this dynamic.

Just as everything was naturally building to a climax, Connor Quinn abruptly stopped.

Connor Quinn’s eyes were dark as he said in a hoarse voice, "How about extending for two more days?"

Moira Sloan, drenched in sweat, looked at him and asked, her voice laced with an indescribable, petulant grievance, "What?"

Connor Quinn said, "Extend with me for two more days. Don’t be in such a hurry to end things."

Moira Sloan’s toes curled as she clung to Connor Quinn. She knew he was stopping at a time like this just to be cruel. She was on the verge of tears but refused to lose face. "No."

Connor Quinn raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

Moira Sloan bit her lower lip. "I’m sure."

’She refused to believe this bastard would actually stop and do nothing right now.’

The moment the words left Moira Sloan’s lips, something happened that would scar her for life.

She watched as Connor Quinn gripped her slender waist and slowly pushed her away. With a stern, cold expression, he fastened his leather belt right in front of her. Then, he bent down, picked up his black short-sleeved shirt from the floor, put it on, and finally... walked away.

That’s right.

You heard me.

That bastard Connor Quinn left.

He actually left.

Moira Sloan bit her lip and cursed inwardly.

「Half an hour later.」

Moira Sloan sat on the sofa, her hair still dripping wet from a cold shower, video-calling Flora Rhodes.

Flora Rhodes was laughing so hard she could barely breathe. "No way, he just... left like that?"

Moira Sloan’s face was devoid of expression, she was so angry her stomach ached. "Yeah."

Flora Rhodes kept laughing, unable to stop. "I swear, he’s your kryptonite. He knows exactly how to get to you."

Moira Sloan said, "Uh-huh."

"Seriously, Moira," Flora said, "I’ve known you forever, and I’ve never seen you this furious."

Moira Sloan’s lips curled. "The bastard is nothing but a petty scoundrel."

Flora Rhodes, thoroughly enjoying the drama, added fuel to the fire. "I have to say, his willpower is seriously impressive. What kind of man can just stop in a situation like that?"

Moira Sloan ground her teeth, not wanting to talk about it.

Her desire, left unfulfilled, hadn’t subsided even after a cold shower.

After hanging up with Flora Rhodes, Moira Sloan shuffled into the bathroom in her slippers. She was just about to dry her hair when her phone, which she’d tossed aside, buzzed.

She glanced down at the screen, and the anger that had just started to fade surged back to its peak.

Connor Quinn: [Transfer: 13,000]

Note: To pay you back for the clothes.

Staring at the message, Moira Sloan actually laughed out of sheer anger. She threw down her hair dryer and immediately called Connor Quinn.

The call connected, and Connor Quinn’s voice was raspy. "What is it?"

Moira Sloan demanded, "What’s the meaning of this 13,000 you just sent me?"

Connor Quinn said in that same hoarse voice, "Paying you back for the clothes."

After he spoke, his breathing came out deep and heavy.

Moira Sloan was speechless. "..."

They were both adults. More than that, they were adults who had shared *that* kind of relationship.

Moira Sloan was all too familiar with the state Connor Quinn was in.

Moira Sloan pressed her lips together. After a few seconds, a sly smile played on her face. "What are you up to?"

Connor Quinn’s voice was heavy as he countered, "What do you think?"

Moira Sloan asked, "Where are you right now?"

Connor Quinn replied, "Downstairs. In my car."