After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 139: I Beg You to Like Me

The owner of the Miss Gorgeous Salon?

She looks so familiar.

Moira Sloan tapped her fingers on the cash register, unable to place where she’d seen the woman before.

She mulled it over lazily, and then it suddenly hit her.

It was from a while ago. It was the same situation, looking through a glass door, but at the tattoo shop next door. Moira had been outside, while this salon owner and Connor Quinn were inside.

She had even sent Connor Quinn a text back then.

Telling him she wasn’t into sharing a man with another woman.

At the thought, Moira Sloan let out a mocking laugh and nonchalantly picked up her phone to play a game.

Seeing this, Shauna Duane looked stunned. "Aren’t you worried at all?"

Moira Sloan smiled. "Worried about what?"

Shauna said, "Worried that someone’s going to snatch Connor Quinn away."

Moira replied carelessly, "He was never mine to begin with, so how could anyone ’snatch him away’?"

Shauna was speechless.

Moira might not have cared, but Shauna cared a great deal.

They were former rivals in love who had even had a direct confrontation. Now, Shauna was out of the picture, but this other woman was still holding on strong. It left a frustrating, stifling feeling she couldn’t put into words.

It had nothing to do with love.

It was a matter of pride.

So the scene that followed was rather bizarre.

Moira Sloan, the one with a ’real relationship’ with Connor Quinn, was focused on her matching game, while Shauna Duane, who had ’no relationship whatsoever’ with him, stared out the door without blinking, giving a live report.

"They’re touching! The two of them are touching."

"Shameless! She’s even pulling on Connor Quinn’s arm."

"I knew from the start she was trouble."

"What’s that in her hand? It looks like money."

"Isn’t Connor Quinn’s sister sick? Is she trying to throw money at him?"

Moira truly hadn’t been paying attention, but when she heard Shauna’s words, her eyes snapped up.

Seeing the woman outside was indeed trying to stuff a thick envelope into Connor Quinn’s arms, she furrowed her brow, stood up, and walked out.

"Connor Quinn."

Moira Sloan’s voice was flat, her face tinged with impatience.

As she spoke, the two people standing opposite her turned in unison to look.

Perhaps it was a woman’s sixth sense, but the moment the other woman saw her, her expression instantly soured, her face a mask of vigilance.

Moira lied without batting an eye. "I want to get a tattoo. Are you free now?"

Connor Quinn responded in a low voice, "I am."

Moira said, "Okay."

With that, Moira was the first to head toward the tattoo shop, with Connor Quinn following close behind.

Seeing this, the woman reached out, trying to grab Connor Quinn.

Connor Quinn stopped and glanced at her, his expression cold. "I don’t like women who are clingy and refuse to let go."

The woman’s eyes were sharp. "You like that new woman, don’t you?"

Connor Quinn replied, "It’s none of your business."

The woman retorted, unconvinced, "What does she have that I don’t? Do you really think a delicate, pampered woman like that is right for you? Are you not aware of your own family situation? You..."

The woman was about to say more, but Moira Sloan, who had already reached the tattoo shop, turned around. She strode back in her high heels, stopping right in front of the woman. With a slight arch of her fine brows, her aura was intimidating. "What about his family situation?"

The woman’s chest heaved. "I was talking to him, not you."

Moira said, "You’re just trying to woo him, so why are you trying to PUA him? If you can’t have him, you’ll destroy him, is that it? If his family situation is as terrible as you say, why are you trying so desperately to get close to him? Are you crazy?"

The woman was choked speechless, unable to find a comeback.

Moira continued, "I really don’t understand the mentality of people like you. On the one hand, you talk about love, but on the other, you look down on them in every way."

The woman snapped in frustration, "I can’t be bothered to talk to someone who so obviously has ’princess syndrome’."

Moira sneered. "And you so obviously have the soul of a maid, you think everyone else is a princess."

The woman was speechless.

A few minutes later, Moira Sloan and Connor Quinn were back in the tattoo shop.

They were in his studio. Connor Quinn looked calm, but Moira’s anger hadn’t subsided.

After a long moment, Connor Quinn looked down at her and asked in a low voice, "What are you so angry about?"

Moira glanced up at him. "I’m worried she’ll brainwash you."

’He’s already insecure about his family day in and day out.’

’If he gets brainwashed on top of that, things will really get interesting.’

Connor Quinn said hoarsely, "She wasn’t wrong."

Moira laughed in exasperation. "What part of it wasn’t wrong?"

Connor Quinn said, "My family situation isn’t good."

Moira retorted, "We’re all ordinary people from ordinary families. Look around Everwood County—how many families are truly rich and powerful? You have your own tattoo shop now, and you even bought a house through your own hard work. Connor Quinn..."

Moira didn’t get to finish her sentence. The look in Connor Quinn’s eyes as he watched her suddenly darkened.

The next second, he reached out, lifted her up, and set her down on his drafting table.

Caught completely off guard, Moira glared at him, her fine brows knitting together.

Connor Quinn’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He lowered his head to kiss her, his large hand gripping her slender waist, his voice deep and raspy. "Moira Sloan, I’m begging you... please, just like me..."