After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 162: Moira Sloan, My Girlfriend

Rumors and gossip always travel at the speed of light.

And not only are they fast, they’re also absurd.

How absurd could they get? Well, it all started that afternoon when Moira Sloan went to buy water at the convenience store across the street. The shopkeeper kept glancing at her, looking like she wanted to say something but held back.

Seeing the shopkeeper’s hesitant expression, Moira Sloan raised an eyebrow. "Is something wrong?"

The shopkeeper gave an awkward laugh. "It’s not my place to pry, but about you and Boss Quinn from the tattoo shop..."

Moira Sloan smiled sweetly. "What about us?" 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Moira Sloan’s gaze was so frank that it made the shopkeeper feel a little embarrassed.

But the shopkeeper truly didn’t mean any harm.

She gathered her thoughts, trying her best to be tactful. "In relationships, it’s always the girl who gets the short end of the stick."

Moira Sloan took a sip of her bottled water, still smiling. "You can just say it."

The shopkeeper laughed awkwardly. "I heard you have a boyfriend, but you and Boss Quinn..."

When Moira Sloan left the convenience store, her expression was grim.

It wasn’t that she cared about a little gossip; it was the heavy feeling in her chest that bothered her.

Because from the shopkeeper’s fragmented words, she could tell the woman was quite surprised she would be with Connor Quinn.

She had also tactfully told her, "Boss Sloan, Boss Quinn is a good man. You know his family situation. He can’t handle being messed around with..."

The implication was that she was just playing with Connor Quinn.

And that he was the victim.

Back at the lacquerware shop, Moira Sloan sat at the counter and chugged two mouthfuls of water, then looked at Shauna Duane. "Do you think Connor Quinn and I are a good match?"

Shauna Duane was in the middle of eating ice cream.

Moira Sloan’s words made her choke.

A precious life was almost snuffed out.

Once she caught her breath, she stared at Moira Sloan in utter shock. "What did you just say?"

Seeing Shauna Duane’s reaction, Moira Sloan frowned in displeasure. "I asked you, are Connor Quinn and I a good match?"

Realizing Moira Sloan was serious, Shauna Duane’s shock faded. She pouted. "You want the honest truth?"

Moira Sloan: "Yes."

Shauna Duane put a hand on her heart and spoke the truth. "No."

Moira Sloan scoffed. "And your reason?"

Shauna Duane said, "You look like the kind of girl who needs a life of luxury. But Connor Quinn, he looks like the kind of man who needs a steady, down-to-earth life. The two of you together..."

Moira Sloan finished her sentence, "One lives in a fairy tale, the other in reality."

It was a rather poetic analogy. Shauna Duane nodded. "Exactly."

After that, Shauna Duane asked Moira Sloan, "Will you marry Connor Quinn?"

Moira Sloan crossed her long legs and suddenly smiled, her expression instantly returning to its usual lazy nonchalance. "Who knows?"

Shauna Duane shot back, "You’re such a player. I think the only reason you agreed to date Connor Quinn is that you were afraid he’d start seeing someone else."

Moira Sloan gave a teasing smile but didn’t reply.

After work, Moira Sloan rode home in Connor Quinn’s car.

In the car, Moira Sloan kept her head down, playing on her phone without a word.

When they stopped at a red light, Connor Quinn reached over to take her hand. Not only did she violently shake it off, but she also turned and shot him a glare.

Connor Quinn raised an eyebrow. "Did I do something to make you mad?"

Moira Sloan gave a smirk that wasn’t a smile. "No."

Connor Quinn was speechless.

It had been a week since they returned from Atheria. If they weren’t exactly in their honeymoon phase, they were close.

Just at lunch, Moira Sloan had been secretly hooking her foot around his ankle under the table in front of everyone.

The way her mood had flipped... It was lightning-fast and made no sense.

Before Connor Quinn could dig any deeper, the light turned green. He turned the steering wheel and continued driving.

When the car reached their apartment complex, they got out on opposite sides. Moira Sloan, in her high heels, walked up to him, shoved her bag into his arms, and turned to stubbornly walk ahead.

Watching her back, Connor Quinn raised a hand to scratch his brow and hurried to catch up.

They took the elevator upstairs. Once inside, Moira Sloan lazily kicked off her high heels and started walking in barefoot. Connor Quinn grabbed her wrist, pulled her back, and wrapped his arms around her. "What on earth is going on?"

Moira Sloan wasn’t the type to keep quiet and bottle up her anger. She looked at him with a cold smile. "Have you told the people at your shop that we’re dating?"

Connor Quinn’s eyes lowered. "No." He hadn’t told them because he was afraid she wouldn’t want him to.

Moira Sloan’s expression was mocking. "What? You think I’m not good enough for you?"

Connor Quinn’s Adam’s apple bobbed. "No."

Moira Sloan: "No? Or is it that Boss Quinn isn’t fully committed? Thinking you’ll just dump me when you get bored and find another woman to play with."

Connor Quinn was speechless.

Moira Sloan knew full well that Connor Quinn wasn’t that kind of person.

She was just doing it on purpose.

A total drama queen, poking him right where it hurt with every word.

Connor Quinn looked down at her. A few moments later, he took out his phone, opened WeChat, added her to a group chat, and then tagged everyone.

[Moira Sloan, my girlfriend.]