After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 135: No One Knows His Pain

Caleb Lockwood found out he was getting a tattoo today just an hour beforehand.

He was incredulous, terrified. The six-foot-tall man nearly cried out over the phone, "Eldest Brother, you know how sensitive I am to pain..."

Connor Quinn’s voice was steady. "It won’t hurt."

Caleb Lockwood, "I don’t believe you."

Connor Quinn, "Come and find out for yourself."

Caleb Lockwood dared to refuse. "No."

Connor Quinn said calmly, "I bought you a plane ticket for three hours from now. See you at noon."

Caleb Lockwood, "..."

Around noon, Moira Sloan, having been busy all morning, came out of her studio for some fresh air. Just as she stepped out to go to the convenience store across the street for a bottle of water, she ran right into a travel-worn Caleb Lockwood getting out of a taxi.

Their eyes met. Moira Sloan raised an eyebrow.

’Is he really getting a tattoo?’

Earlier that morning, she had thought Connor Quinn was just messing with her.

Just as she was staring at Caleb Lockwood, another person got out from the back seat of the car: the stunning and tall Flora Rhodes.

Flora Rhodes had a new hairstyle. She had cut her long, wavy hair into a chin-length bob. The color had changed too, from a linen brown to a deep blue.

To be honest, it was a hairstyle and color that most people couldn’t pull off.

But on Flora Rhodes, it was distinctive and beautiful.

Flora Rhodes walked up to Moira Sloan in her high heels, blinking. "Surprised?"

Moira Sloan said honestly, "Very."

She really hadn’t expected Flora Rhodes to come.

Flora Rhodes said, "I was at work, but then I heard your Fourth Brother was coming. I begged and pleaded and pestered him relentlessly until he finally agreed to bring me along."

Moira Sloan teased, "You didn’t have to try so hard. My Fourth Brother is famous for having a soft spot for women."

After saying that, Moira Sloan thought of something and added, "Except for me, of course."

In all these years, she had never gotten any special treatment from Caleb Lockwood just for being a woman.

The only time she thought he might go easy on her was when a few of them, brothers and sister apprentices, got drunk and started wrestling.

She figured Caleb Lockwood would definitely let her win, at least a little.

’Shouldn’t he go easy on his little sister apprentice?’

But who would have known? With a single shoulder throw, he gave her a concussion.

It landed her in the hospital for a week.

From that moment on, she knew that in Caleb Lockwood’s eyes, she wasn’t a woman at all.

Moira Sloan was lost in her memories. When she came back to her senses, Caleb Lockwood had vanished. At Flora Rhodes’s prompting, she turned around and saw Caleb walking into the tattoo shop in an extremely bizarre manner.

Why bizarre?

It was mainly the way he walked.

Head high, chest out, with a resolute stride.

It looked less like he was going to get a tattoo and more like he was marching calmly to his own execution like a martyr.

It wasn’t just her; even Flora Rhodes noticed. "Are you sure your Fourth Brother is here to get a tattoo willingly?"

Moira Sloan chuckled lightly. "Could anyone actually force him?"

As it turned out, Caleb Lockwood had indeed been forced.

From the moment he walked into the tattoo shop, the smile never returned to his face.

He didn’t manage to crack a smile until Connor Quinn had led him into the second-floor tattoo room, closed the door, and told him to take off his shirt and lie on the tattoo bed. His teeth chattering, he asked, "Eldest Brother, can you just knock me out?"

Connor Quinn, "I’ll give you a local anesthetic."

Caleb Lockwood, "It won’t hurt with a local anesthetic?"

Connor Quinn said, his face expressionless, "Right."

Caleb Lockwood never knew the trust between people could be so fragile.

It wasn’t until the moment the tattoo needle touched his skin and he let out a hysterical scream that he realized trust was something that could be utterly worthless.

Caleb Lockwood’s bloodcurdling screams echoed throughout the entire tattoo shop.

Even the lacquerware shop next door could hear the commotion.

At that moment, Moira Sloan had just bought her mineral water and was walking back in with Flora Rhodes. Hearing Caleb Lockwood’s screams, she raised an eyebrow slightly.

Flora Rhodes, "Is he being murdered?"

Moira Sloan, "That’s just him being a drama queen."

Caleb Lockwood screamed his lungs out for as long as the tattooing lasted.

Two hours later, the noise stopped. Before Moira Sloan and Flora Rhodes could even react, the good-natured Shauna Duane got up and ran to the tattoo shop to check on things.

A moment later, she ran back, pouting. "I thought they were finished, but it turns out he just passed out."

Moira Sloan, "..."

Flora Rhodes, "..."

Since Connor Quinn was tattooing, they couldn’t freeload a meal off him. So, for lunch, Moira Sloan took Flora Rhodes and Shauna Duane to a small restaurant with pretty decent food.

During the meal, Flora Rhodes brought up Rachel Yates again, sighing in exasperation. "She really opened my eyes to the sheer diversity of life on this planet."

Moira Sloan gave a wry smile. "A person’s character comes from upbringing and self-control, but their true nature is what they’re born with. It’s understandable, in a way. She just lacks that upbringing and self-control, and she’s maximized the greed and desire inherent in human nature..."

As Moira Sloan was speaking, the phone in her pocket suddenly started to ring.

She dabbed the corner of her mouth with a napkin, pulled her phone from her pocket, and glanced at the caller ID on the screen before answering. "Mrs. Kidd."

On the other end of the line, Lillian Kidd’s voice was heavy. "Moira, there’s something I’d like to discuss with you."