After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 16: Adult Men and Women

Connor Quinn was still wearing that same faded black short-sleeved shirt. His back was slightly hunched, and under the glow of the lights and the flame, the contours of his face looked even more sharp and defined.

Moira Sloan stared at him for a few seconds, her eyes arching slightly at the corners.

She had to admit, Connor Quinn’s looks were truly first-class. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

’On the dating market, a man like him would have women flocking to him based on his face alone.’

’So why was he still single?’

’Was it that he wasn’t good enough for them? Or that they weren’t good enough for him?’

’The latter seemed more likely.’

Emboldened by the alcohol, Moira Sloan stared at him, lost in thought for a moment. Then, with a slight purse of her lips, she acted as if she hadn’t seen him and continued on her way.

Just as they were about to brush past each other, Connor Quinn suddenly spoke in a low, deep voice, "Let me give you a ride."

Connor Quinn’s voice was deep and husky, with a slightly gravelly texture, likely from the cigarette he’d just been smoking.

Moira Sloan turned at the sound of his voice. Once she confirmed he was speaking to her, the corners of her lips quirked into a half-smile.

Connor Quinn pinched out the cigarette he had just lit. "It’s hard to get a cab around here."

Moira Sloan asked, "Is this your good deed for the day, Master Quinn?"

Connor Quinn just looked at her without answering.

Apparently not.

They locked eyes for a moment. Then, Moira Sloan suddenly smiled. Without any coyness, she handed him her purse, walked around the car on her high heels, and headed for the passenger seat.

Connor Quinn took the purse without a word and got into the car.

They drove the entire way in silence. It wasn’t until the car reached Moira Sloan’s apartment complex and Connor Quinn got out to open her door that she spoke, a bright smile on her face. "How did you know I live here?"

Connor Quinn’s expression was perfectly straight. "The matchmaker from our blind date mentioned it before."

Moira Sloan crossed her arms over her chest and eyed him, showing no intention of getting out. She seemed to be mulling over whether he was telling the truth.

Looking at her tipsy, alluring eyes, Connor Quinn said in a low voice, "You’re drunk."

Moira Sloan stared at him. "And? Are you trying to take advantage of me?"

Connor Quinn, "No."

Moira Sloan, "And you think I believe you?"

Connor Quinn frowned.

They remained in a stalemate like that for a good ten minutes before the corners of Moira Sloan’s lips curved into a barely perceptible smile. She pushed him aside and got out of the car.

Moira Sloan walked ahead, with Connor Quinn following behind her.

Just as they were about to enter the complex, Moira Sloan spun around and held her hand out to Connor Quinn. "My purse."

Connor Quinn stopped and handed her the purse.

Moira Sloan lifted her chin, the smile gone from her face, her posture turning haughty. "Connor Quinn, I thought I made myself perfectly clear. You’re not my type."

Connor Quinn looked down at her. "I know."

Moira Sloan smiled faintly. "If you know that, then what is this?"

Connor Quinn was tall, his features carrying a natural, intimidating air. He lied without batting an eye. "Weren’t you the one who said we could be friends?"

Moira Sloan had completely forgotten about that part. Hearing him bring it up now, she just nodded, too lazy to argue. "Fine."

With that said, Moira Sloan paid him no more mind, turning and walking away.

But she had only taken two steps when her phone, inside her purse, suddenly began to ring.

She stopped, pulled out her phone, and answered the call. The voice on the other end belonged to Flora Rhodes, the one who’d been secretly feeding her information all this time. "Moira, are you coming to Shane Jennings’s wedding?"

Moira Sloan’s red lips curled as she casually tossed out two words, "Not going."

Flora Rhodes, "Fine. It’s probably for the best you’re not coming. I heard that piece of trash Rachel Yates is going to be there too. Better you don’t have to see her and ruin your day."

Rachel Yates. The frenemy who framed Moira Sloan, forcing her to leave the company she’d worked at for ten years.

Hearing Flora Rhodes’s words, Moira Sloan immediately changed her tune. "I’m going."

Flora Rhodes exclaimed, "Are you crazy?"

Moira Sloan, "I’m not."

After hanging up with Flora Rhodes, Moira Sloan turned to look at Connor Quinn once more.

Her gaze roamed over his face and body for a good ten seconds. Then, as if struck by inspiration, she took a small step toward him. "Connor Quinn, we’re both adults here. Let’s be frank."

Facing the woman who seemed to see through everything, Connor Quinn lowered his gaze, his eyes darkening.

Moira Sloan stood on tiptoe and hooked his collar with her fingertips, forcing him to lower his head. She pressed her soft body close and whispered into his ear, her breath fragrant, "Help me with something, and I’ll let you sleep with me. How about it...?"