After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 140: A Troubled Heart

Connor Quinn’s voice was deep and hoarse.

The sound hit Moira Sloan’s ears, and her breath caught. Her heart felt as if it were being squeezed by a giant hand.

Maybe it was just her imagination.

But she couldn’t shake the feeling that in that moment, Connor Quinn looked like he was about to shatter.

Moira pursed her lips, her forehead resting against his. For a split second, she felt a surge of panic, unable to offer him any kind of response.

’Did I take the seduction a little too far?’

A few minutes later, Moira returned to the lacquerware shop. She sat in a chair by the floor-to-ceiling window, basking in the sun and picking at her nails.

Annoying.

So incredibly annoying.

’She’d thought that standing up for Connor Quinn was the righteous thing to do.’

But in Connor Quinn’s eyes, it must have come across completely differently.

From the way he looked, it seemed like this whole incident had only made him fall for her even harder.

Shauna Duane had noticed something was off with Moira the moment she returned. After watching her for a bit, she couldn’t help but ask, "Moira, are you okay?"

Moira snapped back to reality. In a flash, she reverted to her usual lazy demeanor, leaning back in her chair and pulling a thin blanket over herself. With a faint, lovely smile, she said, "What could possibly be wrong with me?"

Shauna said, "It’s just that you look like..."

Shauna hesitated, and Moira raised an eyebrow. "Hm?"

Shauna blurted out, "You’re lovesick."

Moira scoffed. "Me?"

Shauna nodded vigorously, confirming her diagnosis. "Yes."

Moira flatly denied it. "Impossible."

Hearing this, Shauna gave her a skeptical look. "Oh."

Moira turned to look at the sunset outside the window, her eyes narrowing. After a moment, she suddenly spoke up. "Shauna."

Shauna responded eagerly. "Yes?"

Moira asked, "What kind of person is Connor Quinn, in your opinion?"

Moira asked casually, as if the thought had just occurred to her.

Shauna stared at her profile for a moment, once again marveling at how Moira’s beauty seemed like a gift from the heavens. She answered seriously, "Well, first of all, he’s definitely handsome. And he’s very responsible and has a strong sense of duty. You can see that in how he treats his sister..."

Shauna had learned about Jade Quinn’s situation from Zachary Curran.

After finding out, how should she put it... she suddenly found she couldn’t bring herself to resent Connor Quinn for liking Moira anymore.

’His life was already so hard; what was wrong with him pursuing the girl he likes to find a little sweetness?’

’Besides, wasn’t she also pursuing the person she liked?’

Once she’d thought it through, Shauna felt a sense of clarity and instantly let go of her resentment.

Hearing Shauna’s assessment of Connor Quinn, Moira’s lips curved into a slight smile. "Mm."

Shauna asked innocently, "Was my assessment wrong?"

Moira gave a lazy reply. "I guess so?"

Shauna: "..."

Moira lay in the chair for a while longer, unable to quiet her racing thoughts. What finally forced her to calm down was a message from Lillian Kidd.

Her mind was a mess when the phone she was clutching suddenly vibrated.

She picked up her phone. On the screen was a message from Lillian Kidd: Moira, in my heart, I’ve always thought of you as my own daughter.

Moira pursed her lips. Her finger swiped across the screen, but instead of replying to Lillian Kidd, she opened the pinned group chat, "The Happy Family," and sent a message: Lillian has contacted all of you, right? What does everyone think about reopening Erudite Pavilion?

After the message was sent, the group fell silent. Not a single person replied.

After a long while, just as she was about to start @-ing people one by one, a reply came from their senior disciple—the one who used to be so elusive but had been showing up frequently of late: What do you think?

Moira: I don’t really have an opinion.

The other person: Then stay out of it, and don’t ask.

Moira: ??

After Moira sent the two question marks, the other person didn’t reply again.

Moira stared at the chat that ended with her question marks and let out a laugh of pure indignation.

Seriously.

’Is there something wrong with this guy?’

’Such a massive ego? And that terrible temper?’

Meanwhile, in the tattoo shop next door, Connor Quinn was leaning back at his drawing table, smoking. His well-defined fingers tapped the screen and dialed a number.

When the call was answered, Connor Quinn spoke in a low voice, "Lillian, I heard you want to reopen Erudite Pavilion?"