After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 33: Entanglement

If Connor Quinn hadn’t mentioned it, Moira Sloan would have forgotten all about it.

Hearing him speak and seeing his deadpan expression, Moira Sloan held out her hand. "The medicine? Give it to me."

Connor Quinn said, "You can’t see the spot yourself."

’Can’t see where?’

Moira Sloan’s face flushed red. "I know my own body. I don’t need to see it to know what’s where."

Connor Quinn’s slacks were soaked. He sidestepped Moira and walked to the dining table. With his back to her, he pulled on his T-shirt as if he hadn’t heard a word she said. "The pipe has only temporarily stopped leaking," he said coolly. "Is there a hardware store nearby?"

Moira Sloan pursed her lips. "You know how to fix it?"

Of course, dealing with a kitchen on the verge of flooding was more important than arguing about some ointment.

Connor Quinn’s voice was deep. "I do."

Moira Sloan said, "There’s a hardware store just to the left after you leave the complex."

As she spoke, Moira Sloan walked over to the sofa, bent down to pick up her phone, and said, "I’ll transfer you the money."

Her nightgown was soaked and already clinging to her skin. As she bent over, the pose created a uniquely seductive allure, her figure appearing lush and tempting.

Connor Quinn’s gaze fell on her back for a second before he looked away and strode to the door. "No need. I have money."

Connor Quinn said he had money, but Moira Sloan transferred two hundred yuan to him via WeChat anyway.

’Business is business.’ She didn’t want their relationship to get any more complicated.

After sending the money, Moira Sloan couldn’t stand her damp clothes any longer. She put on her slippers and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

By the time she emerged from the bathroom, Connor Quinn had already returned. He had not only fixed the burst pipe but had also tidied up the kitchen for her.

With her hair wrapped in a towel, Moira Sloan leaned against the bathroom doorframe, her glistening eyes narrowing slightly.

’She’d figured it out. This man was silently insinuating himself into her life.’

’He’s quite skilled at it, too.’

’It was like the story of the frog in boiling water.’

’At first, she thought nothing of it, but by the time she’d catch on, she’d already be ’cooked.’’

Connor Quinn had just finished cleaning the kitchen and put down the mop when he turned to meet Moira Sloan’s mocking gaze.

Moira Sloan was naturally flirtatious, so even her mockery looked a lot like teasing.

But Connor Quinn understood her; one look was all it took for him to know what she was really thinking.

’He knew she definitely wasn’t coming on to him right now.’

Connor Quinn asked coolly, "Something wrong?"

Moira Sloan let out a soft laugh. "Connor Quinn, don’t you get tired?"

Connor Quinn’s face was blank. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Moira Sloan said, "Fine. We’ll pretend you don’t know. In that case, let me give you a friendly reminder: if you’re just looking for some woman to marry and have children with, I’d advise you not to waste your time on me."

Connor Quinn said impassively, "I know."

Moira Sloan smiled. "Good, as long as you know."

Now that everything was out in the open, Moira Sloan walked to the dining table and began to poke through the breakfast bag Connor Quinn had brought over.

One meal was fried dough sticks and soy milk; the other was steamed buns and savory tofu pudding.

She recognized the food from the shop downstairs.

She’d been eating breakfast there a lot lately. The fried dough sticks were actually decent—crispy, crunchy, and not at all doughy. But the steamed buns were terrible. The skin was thick, the filling was sparse, and they used so much dough you’d think it was free. The flavor hovered somewhere between good and bad—landing squarely on awful.

Moira Sloan stared at the two breakfast options, conflicted. Just as she was debating whether to be selfish or take the high road, Connor Quinn walked over and pulled the steamed buns and tofu pudding out of the bag.

Seeing this, Moira Sloan blurted out, "I wanted the tofu pudding."

The soy milk from this place was also terrible—far too much pulp.

Connor Quinn looked up at her. He took the tofu pudding from its container and placed it in front of her. Without a word, he sat down at the table, opened the other meal, and took the soy milk for himself, casually pushing the fried dough sticks in her direction.

Moira Sloan actually found her breakfast quite satisfying. She glanced up at Connor Quinn a few times as they ate, noticing that his expression never changed. She started to wonder if he just had a strange palate.

After they finished eating, Connor Quinn cleared the table while Moira Sloan curled up on the sofa to play games.

She was completely absorbed in her game when a shadow suddenly fell over her. Before she could even react, she was swept into someone’s arms and placed on the armrest of the sofa.

The next second, the hem of her nightgown was lifted, and an icy-cool sensation touched her calf.

Connor Quinn had just washed his hands with cold water. The sudden chill made Moira Sloan jump, and she instinctively tried to pull back.

Connor Quinn looked up at her. His large hand clamped around her ankle and yanked her forward. Once she was pulled right up against him, he lowered his head and captured her mouth, murmuring against her lips, "You’re always on guard against me, yet you’re always seducing me. You’re afraid of getting entangled with me, yet you’re happy to take advantage of all the conveniences I offer... Moira Sloan..."