After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 157: Listen to Him Brag

The man was handsome enough to eat, but the question "Wanna hook up?" coming from his lips was completely unnecessary, giving off an indescribable sleaziness.

It was like a magnificent feast that had completely whetted your appetite, only to find a fly had landed on it at the last moment.

Could you still eat it?

It’s not that you couldn’t.

But it would depend on your mood.

For instance, if you were starving at that moment, you could grit your teeth and force it down just to fill your stomach.

The problem was, she wasn’t hungry right now.

Seeing that Flora Rhodes wasn’t talking, the man, in a move he must have thought was suave, stepped forward and placed his hands on either side of her, aggressively boxing her in.

He didn’t hug her or make any physical contact, merely resting his hands on the marble sink behind her.

If it had been any other woman, she would have been blushing furiously by now.

But Flora Rhodes was far from any other woman.

Flora Rhodes calmly flicked the ash from her cigarette, took another drag from it held between her red lips, and blew a smoke ring in the man’s face. She sneered, "Sorry, you’re not my type."

The man raised an eyebrow. He clearly didn’t believe her, thinking Flora Rhodes was just playing hard to get. "Is that right?"

A smirk played on Flora Rhodes’s lips. "I like the type that looks fresh and clean-cut."

The man said, "A pretty boy?"

Flora Rhodes didn’t deny it. "I guess you could say that."

With that, a smile touched the corners of Flora Rhodes’s lips. "What can I say? I’m a veteran player myself, and I’m not interested in other veterans. I don’t like being pursued, I prefer to do the pursuing."

The man scoffed. "Quite the personality, aren’t you?"

Flora Rhodes spoke playfully, as if chatting with an old friend. "Don’t you think it’s fun? To hit on a sunny, handsome virgin, watch him get all flustered and red in the face when you flirt with him, see him get all eager but have absolutely no idea what to do..."

The man clicked his tongue. "Tsk, interesting."

Standing at the door just then, having overheard the entire exchange, was Caleb Lockwood—sunny, handsome, and an untouched virgin. "!!"

When Flora Rhodes returned to their booth from the restroom, she was surprised to find Caleb Lockwood had sobered up.

Not only had he sobered up, but his eyes were now full of wariness as he looked at her.

Flora Rhodes went, "Hm?"

Caleb Lockwood took a deep breath. As Flora Rhodes watched, he leaned back, spread his arms wide in a casual posture, and said, "Did Moira ever tell you that even though I have a baby face, I’m actually a huge player? Totally battle-hardened."

Flora Rhodes arched an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Caleb Lockwood said, "I won’t lie to you. The year I turned eighteen, I took on seven women in one night."

Hearing this, the corner of Flora Rhodes’s mouth twitched. "Am I supposed to be impressed?"

"No need," Caleb Lockwood said, his expression unchanged.

’Idiot,’ Flora Rhodes thought.

Just then, Moira Sloan finally saw the message from Flora Rhodes. Leaning back in Connor Quinn’s arms, she replied: ?

Flora Rhodes replied instantly: You sure you don’t know him?

Moira Sloan: Do I look like I have Alzheimer’s?

Flora Rhodes: You’re so pretty and kind-hearted. Why all the hostility toward old people?

Moira Sloan: ??

Flora Rhodes: If you don’t know him, then never mind. I was just asking.

Moira Sloan: ...

A few minutes later, just as Moira Sloan was about to start a game, another message came in from Flora Rhodes: Your Fourth Senior Brother took on seven women in one night the year he turned eighteen?

Moira Sloan: Are you completely wasted?

Flora Rhodes: Is it true or not?

Moira Sloan: I don’t know if he took on seven women in one night when he turned eighteen, but I do know that a few years ago he was so scared of a woman who was chasing him that he didn’t even dare go home.

Flora Rhodes: Tsk.

Moira Sloan: You’re not planning on making a move on my Fourth Senior Brother, are you?

Flora Rhodes: You think I’d fall for a greenhorn like him?

Moira Sloan: Hard to say. When you’ve had too much rich food, you start craving a simple cucumber salad to cut the grease.

Flora Rhodes: I’m afraid that cucumber is too small.

Moira Sloan: You’re so gross.

Flora Rhodes: I was talking about the vegetable, what were you thinking about? See? To the dirty-minded, everything looks dirty.

Moira Sloan: I’m going to warn my Fourth Senior Brother to watch out for you.

After she finished texting with Flora Rhodes, Moira Sloan looked up at Connor Quinn.

’Flora asking if I knew him... She wouldn’t just bring that up for no reason.’

’Do they know each other?’

’My memory is usually pretty good, and I’m sure they’ve never met.’

Just as Moira Sloan was lost in thought, the doorbell suddenly rang. Connor Quinn lowered his gaze to meet hers. "Should I get the door? Or hide in the bedroom?"

Connor Quinn’s voice was stern, but his expression showed he was completely at her mercy.

They had just made their relationship official and had only just finished a sweet, intimate moment. Moira Sloan hooked a finger in his collar, pulling him down for an affectionate kiss. She said with a radiant smile, "Would my boyfriend be a dear and get the door for me?"