After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 119: Quinn’s Baochuan

In stark contrast to Moira Sloan’s clumsy cover-up, Connor Quinn was exceptionally calm.

He strode into the room and casually greeted Jean Hale. Then, he walked over to Jade Quinn’s side, opened the nightstand drawer, and put in a few hospital payment slips. Turning to the caregiver, he said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Just moments ago, the caregiver had heard that Connor Quinn was broke and wanted to distance herself from him. But now, seeing him in person, her resolve began to waver.

A bashful expression appeared on her face as her cheeks flushed red. "N-No, it’s nothing. I-It’s all part of my job."

Connor Quinn said, "Could you calculate what I owe for the past few days? I’ll transfer the money to you."

"It’s, it’s not much," the caregiver replied.

While Connor Quinn and the caregiver haggled over the fee, Moira Sloan glanced over twice before leaning back in the chair by Jean Hale’s bed to play a game.

She sat with her legs crossed, the hem of her silk skirt brushing against her slender, pale ankles.

Even just sitting there so casually, an alluring charm seemed to radiate from her very being.

Seeing her act this way, Jean Hale shifted closer. "Upset about something?"

Moira Sloan said flatly, "No."

Jean Hale looked unconvinced. "I can see it all over your face."

Moira Sloan was having no luck with her game today. She got taken out by a headshot right at the start of the match.

Seeing her teammates cursing on the screen, Moira Sloan rolled her eyes. Not caring whether they would report her, she quit the game, locked her phone, and tossed it onto the hospital bed.

Meeting Jean Hale’s deep, probing gaze, Moira Sloan simply propped her chin on her hands and blinked innocently.

Jean Hale started, "You and Quinn..."

Moira Sloan cut in, "Don’t fall for me. It’ll never work."

Jean Hale glared at her. "Then why did you just..."

Moira Sloan replied, "Just a concerned citizen doing a good deed."

Jean Hale poked her on the forehead. She wanted to say more, but with other people in the room, she ultimately held her tongue.

Jean Hale and Jade Quinn had both been in the hospital for some time.

Jade Quinn needed surgery, so she couldn’t be discharged for a while.

Jean Hale’s condition, however, had stabilized, and her attending physician said she could be discharged at any time.

Moira Sloan wanted her to stay a bit longer.

She was getting older and had a weaker immune system; it was better to be safe than sorry.

But Jean Hale insisted on being discharged. Her excuse was that there was no one to care for the flowers and plants on her balcony, but Moira Sloan knew the truth: she was worried about the money.

In the end, Moira Sloan couldn’t win the argument and had to obediently go and handle the discharge paperwork.

The paperwork was completed in the afternoon, and Jean Hale was back home by evening.

Connor Quinn and Moira Sloan took Jean Hale home together.

Upon entering the apartment, Moira Sloan saw the layer of dust and frowned. Just as she was about to pull out her phone to call a cleaning service, she saw Connor Quinn had already sprung into action.

First, he opened the windows to air the place out. Then, he brought two chairs over for her and Jean Hale to sit on before he started cleaning.

In less than half an hour, the seventy-square-meter apartment was sparkling clean again. He even tended to the potted plants on the balcony, which had wilted beyond recognition.

Jean Hale took it all in, feeling completely satisfied. She nudged Moira Sloan with her elbow. "Where else are you going to find a man as good as Quinn?"

Moira Sloan retorted stubbornly, "They’re a dime a dozen."

"Oh yeah? Then go find one and show me," Jean Hale challenged.

Moira Sloan just huffed and lowered her gaze.

’Her mind was a mess right now.’

’It was all because of what had happened back in the hospital room.’

’Thinking back on it now, she felt like she’d been sabotaging Connor Quinn’s romantic prospects.’

’Honestly, that wasn’t her intention at all. She had just seen how awkward Jade Quinn felt and wanted to step in.’

’But in other people’s eyes—especially Connor Quinn’s...’

’Would he think she was interested in him?’

They had dinner at Jean Hale’s. Connor Quinn went out to buy the groceries, and after agonizing over it for some time, Moira Sloan sent him three hundred yuan via WeChat for them.

Connor Quinn: ?

Moira Sloan: Let’s go Dutch.

Connor Quinn sent two hundred back to her.

Moira Sloan: ??

Connor Quinn: I eat more.

Moira Sloan pressed her lips together.

On the dinner table that night were spicy crawfish, sweet and sour pork ribs, three simple vegetable dishes, and a daikon radish soup.

It was obvious the rich, flavorful dishes were for Moira Sloan, while the milder ones were for Jean Hale’s recovery.

At the table, Jean Hale chatted with Connor Quinn, a wide smile never leaving her face.

When the conversation turned to Connor Quinn selling his current home, Jean Hale was completely unfazed. "As long as you have a roof over your head, that’s all that matters. Besides, you still have another place, don’t you?"

"Yes, I have another one, but it’s not renovated," Connor Quinn said.

"One step at a time," Jean Hale said. "There’s no rush."

After dinner, Connor Quinn started clearing the table to do the dishes. Jean Hale couldn’t just stand by and watch, so she pushed Moira Sloan toward the kitchen.

"You go wash them."

"We can’t have a guest like Quinn do everything."

Moira Sloan reluctantly walked into the kitchen. Before her delicate hands—which had never known a day of hard labor—could even touch the sink, Connor Quinn blocked her with a soapy arm. He pushed her gently aside and said in a low voice, "You don’t like me, do you? Is it because I’m too poor?"

Moira Sloan raised an eyebrow. "Hm?"

Connor Quinn’s gaze fell, a distinct shadow clouding his eyes. "It makes sense. After dating an outstanding man like Shane Jennings, a guy like me probably doesn’t seem like much."