After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 83: Admitting His Love for Her

Connor Quinn’s voice was ice-cold.

The moment he finished speaking, Shane Jennings gritted his teeth on the other end of the line. "What the hell are you trying to do?"

Connor Quinn sneered, "What?"

Even through the phone, Shane Jennings’s voice sounded like he was about to shatter his teeth. "You knew Moira before this. You knew she was your fellow disciple. You knew she was my girlfriend. What the hell are you trying to do?!"

In stark contrast to Shane Jennings’s emotional outburst, Connor Quinn was perfectly calm. "What do you think I’m trying to do?"

Shane Jennings stated with finality, "This was all your plan."

Connor Quinn replied, "So?"

Shane Jennings was speechless.

’So?’

’He didn’t know the answer to that, either.’

All he knew was that Connor Quinn was also a disciple of Kain Alden—his master’s most prized and senior disciple. He knew that Connor had known about Moira, his junior, from the very beginning...

’So what?’

’Why did Connor Quinn get close to Moira Sloan?’

They were fellow disciples under the same master. Logically, there shouldn’t be any deep-seated hatred between them. Kain Alden valued Connor the most, while Moira was his favorite.

’Was it to get revenge on the Jennings Family? Revenge on me?’

Shane Jennings’s mind was a complete mess. He couldn’t make any sense of the situation.

As wild speculations threw his mind into turmoil, Connor Quinn dealt a devastating blow. "Have you ever wondered why you were suddenly pushed into an arranged marriage?"

Shane Jennings froze.

His heart plummeted as fragmented memories, impossible to grasp or piece together, flashed through his mind.

Connor Quinn said, "You can go tell Moira Sloan who I am right now."

Shane Jennings suppressed his fury and took a deep breath.

Connor Quinn continued, "Go on, tell her. Tell her that when she was eighteen and came to our master, he never intended to accept her. Our master never takes female disciples. It was I who begged him to take her in. Then tell her that the reason I never met her all these years was because I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to control my feelings, that they’d become unstoppable. You can even tell her that everything happening now is part of my plan."

After speaking, Connor Quinn let out a contemptuous laugh. "Shane Jennings, my only mistake was hiding my love. What about you?"

Shane Jennings felt his breath catch in his throat.

Connor Quinn asked, "Why do you think I waited seven years, while you two were in love, to orchestrate this arranged marriage?"

Panic seized Shane Jennings, and he suddenly regretted making this call.

Connor Quinn said in a slow, deliberate voice, "I didn’t break you two up before because I knew she loved you, and you loved her. But starting six months ago, your heart began to waver..."

"I haven’t!" Shane Jennings blurted out in rebuttal.

Connor Quinn scoffed. "You really haven’t?"

Shane Jennings fell silent.

Six months ago, Rachel Yates began to interact with him frequently due to a business partnership.

At first, he was only helping her out for Moira Sloan’s sake.

But over time, they became more and more involved with each other.

They started sharing amusing stories, their worries, even some of their secrets...

But he truly hadn’t betrayed Moira Sloan or done anything to wrong her.

’His relationship with Rachel Yates had always been proper, stopping short of anything physical. They were just... just friends...’

When Connor Quinn finished, the denials Shane Jennings wanted to make were stuck in his throat.

They were both men. They knew all about the fickle thoughts and little schemes that go on in a man’s mind.

At this point, there was really nothing left to say. But Shane Jennings still hadn’t given up. "Moira will never like you," he said, his voice hoarse. "You’re not her type. She..."

Connor Quinn interrupted, "Shane Jennings, my patience is limited. Know when to stop."

Shane Jennings’s throat tightened abruptly.

Connor Quinn said, "I am determined to have Moira Sloan. I gave you your chance, and you didn’t take it. You can’t blame me for that."

By the time Shane Jennings hung up, his legs had gone weak.

He was standing at the entrance of the Jennings Estate. He tried to walk inside calmly, but his steps faltered, and he nearly stumbled to the ground.

Seeing this, his driver rushed over to support him.

"President Jennings."

Shane Jennings gripped the driver’s arm, not saying a word. The coppery taste of blood filled his throat.

A moment later, Shane Jennings managed to compose himself and walked inside. Upon seeing Master Jennings, he strode forward until he stood before the coffee table. His eyes red, he stared directly at the old man and asked, "Grandfather, why was I suddenly forced into an arranged marriage?"

Master Jennings was sipping his tea. He looked up at Shane, his expression turning grave.

"Grandfather," Shane insisted, "I want to know why."

Seeing Shane’s distraught state, Master Jennings slammed his teacup down on the table. "Look at the state you’re in!"

Shane Jennings said nothing, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

Master Jennings shot him a sharp look. "It was the only condition your cousin gave for agreeing to return to the Jennings Family."

Shane Jennings’s nails dug into his palms. The coppery taste in his throat grew stronger.

Master Jennings continued, "He did it for the sake of harmony in the Jennings Family. Your mother is always scheming. If you didn’t marry someone of equal standing to solidify your position in the family, then after your cousin returned..."

Master Jennings was speaking in a grave, heartfelt tone when Shane suddenly cut him off, his voice raspy. "He did it for Moira."

Master Jennings’s brow furrowed sharply.

Meanwhile, after getting home, Moira Sloan kicked off her high heels, plopped down on the sofa, and leaned back. She had just picked up her phone to scroll through her social media feed when she saw a recent post from Connor Quinn.

"Looking for a room to rent, max 700 a month."

Moira Sloan clicked her tongue. "He’s really broke."