After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 127: A Man’s Bloom is Brief; Cherish It

Chapter 127: Chapter 127: A Man’s Bloom is Brief; Cherish It

Connor Quinn’s voice was low and deep as Moira Sloan curled up and then stretched out beneath him.

Afterward, Connor Quinn carried her to the shower. Moira Sloan was practically hanging off him, shamelessly enjoying it.

After they got out of the bathroom, Moira Sloan skipped breakfast and went back to the bedroom to get some more sleep.

Connor Quinn walked to the bedside and scooped her up. "Eat a little something."

Moira Sloan pouted. "It’s all your fault."

She had been full of energy this morning.

Now she felt like a scholar who’d stumbled into Orchid Temple and had his life force drained.

After she spoke, she gave Connor Quinn a sultry look. Having enjoyed his... performance, she couldn’t resist a little jab. "I hear a man’s prime is short, Boss Quinn. You should cherish it."

Connor Quinn’s expression didn’t change. "I’m more than enough to satisfy you."

Moira Sloan huffed, struggled out of his arms, and flopped down on the bed, pulling the covers over her head and refusing to come out.

Connor Quinn stood by the bed for a moment with a resigned look on his face. He finally left the bedroom, only to return with a glass of hot milk that he placed on the nightstand.

Moira Sloan slept straight through until noon.

She was sleeping soundly when the loud ring of her phone, which she’d tossed beside her, jolted her awake.

She fumbled for her phone and answered. Shauna Duane’s deliberately hushed, angry voice came from the other end. "That guy is here again."

Moira Sloan was still groggy. "Who?"

Shauna replied, "The man who was looking for you last time."

"Which one?" Moira asked.

’You couldn’t really blame her. A lot of men had come looking for her recently.’

’There was Shane Jennings, Finn Fuller, and even Leo Lawson, who had pretended to be her boyfriend for two and a half days.’

Shauna said, "The one with the side-parted hair who looks like a total weasel."

That description made it click for Moira Sloan.

’Oh, Finn Fuller.’

Moira Sloan rolled over, not in the mood to deal with him. "Tell him to leave."

Shauna mumbled, "I tried. He’s being shameless and won’t go."

Moira Sloan sighed. "I’m on my way."

In her thirty years of life, Moira Sloan’s biggest pet peeve was shameless people who mistook politeness for weakness.

They took your politeness as license to be even more audacious.

A few minutes later, Moira Sloan was up. She quickly washed her face, applied some light makeup, chose a long black dress, casually pinned her hair up with a clip, and walked out the door in high heels.

She took a cab to her shop, paid by scanning the code, and got out.

The moment she walked through the door, she saw Finn Fuller, looking greasy in his suit and slicked-back hair.

She had to admit, in the few short days since she’d last seen him, it looked as if Finn Fuller had been pumped full of hormones. He seemed to have puffed up, like an inflating balloon.

Seeing Moira Sloan, Finn Fuller rose from his chair.

"Moira."

The last time, Moira Sloan had at least managed a tight-lipped smile for him. This time, her expression was completely blank. "Look what the cat dragged in."

Finn said, "Moira, I want to discuss a partnership with you."

Moira replied, "I’m allergic to idiots, so there’s nothing for us to talk about."

As she spoke, Moira Sloan walked to the counter, set down her handbag, picked up a glass of water sitting there, and took a sip to wet her throat.

Finn Fuller didn’t seem annoyed by her words. He just smiled, pulled a check from his suit pocket, and slid it across the counter toward her.

Moira Sloan glanced down at the amount written on it and raised an eyebrow. "Ten million?"

Finn said, "If you think that’s too little, we can negotiate."

Moira Sloan gave a derisive smile. "What’s the highest you can go?"

Hearing this, Finn Fuller thought he had an in. He beamed. "Name your price. As long as you have the guts to ask for it, I have the funds to pay it."

Moira Sloan scoffed, "Finn Fuller, did you rob a bank?"

’They were all apprentices together; they knew each other’s financial situations down to the last penny.’

’Even though each of them had made a name for themselves over the years, casually throwing around a figure like that was impossible unless he had a powerful backer. Their own paltry savings were enough to secure their own financial freedom, sure, but helping someone else achieve it? That was just a pipe dream.’

Finn Fuller didn’t answer Moira Sloan’s question directly. He glanced back at Shauna Duane, who was sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window playing on her phone, then turned back to Moira. He lowered his voice to a near whisper. "Moira, don’t be as stubborn and old-fashioned as our master. Great things should be shared with the world for everyone to see, not locked away in some small corner."

When Finn Fuller finished speaking, the smile on Moira Sloan’s face deepened.

Finn Fuller took this to mean she was giving in. He opened his mouth to say more, but Moira Sloan suddenly grabbed him by the collar.

Finn Fuller froze for a second. Moira Sloan pulled him close. "Finn Fuller, did you have anything to do with our master’s death?"

The question was direct and completely unexpected.

Finn Fuller was stunned for a few seconds, his eyes darting around nervously. Then he shoved Moira away. "What nonsense are you spouting? How could I have anything to do with Master’s death?"

Moira Sloan watched him with narrowed eyes. A second later, her anger melted into a gentle smile. "That’s a relief."

Finn went, "Huh?"

Moira Sloan lowered her gaze, her expression changing in a flash. She picked up the check from the counter, dangled it between her fingertips, and said, "I agree. I’ll work with you."