After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 163: Give You a Lot of Love

The moment Connor Quinn sent the message, the group chat immediately blew up.

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[Connor, are you sure you sent that to the right place?]

[What did I tell you? I said at noon that something was up with the boss’s lady and Connor. They were making eyes at each other.]

After a few more messages, a bunch of people started calling Moira Sloan "sister-in-law" in the group.

Connor Quinn’s phone buzzed nonstop, and so did hers, which she had tossed on the entryway cabinet.

Connor Quinn held his phone screen out for her to see, his voice low and magnetic. "Is this good enough?"

Moira Sloan glanced down, her face tight. "Childish."

Seeing her attitude, Connor Quinn knew the crisis was over. He pulled his phone back and asked, "So, what exactly happened?"

Moira Sloan said, "Everyone thinks I’m just playing you."

Connor Quinn asked, "And who is ’everyone’?"

Moira Sloan scoffed. "Those people in your shop, and the woman who owns the convenience store across the street."

Connor Quinn asked, "Well, are you playing me?"

Moira Sloan glared at him. "What do you think?"

Connor Quinn reached out and patted her head, coaxing her in a deep voice, "If you’re not, then why are you angry? Since when has anyone, in all of history, been able to stop others from talking?"

Moira Sloan said, "..."

After Connor Quinn finished speaking, they stood in a stalemate for a moment. Moira Sloan broke free from his grasp and turned to walk toward the sofa.

But she had only taken a few steps before a strong hand landed on her waist, and she was lifted and carried right back to the entryway.

She was just about to lose her temper when she saw Connor Quinn squat down, pick up a pair of women’s slippers, and place them by her feet.

Moira Sloan pressed her lips together.

Connor Quinn asked, "Do you want your stomach to hurt again during your period?" 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Hearing this, Moira Sloan put on the slippers with a straight face. Her anger had vanished, but she still didn’t give Connor Quinn a pleasant look.

A little later, Connor Quinn went to the kitchen to cook, while Moira Sloan curled up on the sofa and vented to Flora Rhodes.

She poured out the whole story of what happened today to Flora Rhodes.

Flora Rhodes replied: Don’t you think this sounds like a scheme?

Moira: ?

Flora: Think about it. In the beginning, did you ever plan on announcing your relationship with Connor Quinn so openly to everyone?

Moira: ...

Flora: Also, those boys in Connor’s shop, he’s like their mentor and their boss, right? Without his permission, would they dare just go telling the convenience store owner all this?

Moira Sloan pushed her tongue against the inside of her cheek.

Flora: Moira, my dear, it’s all a ploy.

Moira: Are you sure?

Flora: When it comes to artistry with lacquerware, I admit you’re better than me. But when it comes to seeing through a man’s schemes? You’re not even in the same league. No offense, but Connor Quinn has you completely wrapped around his little finger right now.

Moira Sloan said nothing.

Flora sent another message: The true hunter often appears in the form of prey.

After sending that, Flora changed the subject: By the way, I heard Cassie Blanchett filed for divorce, but Shane Jennings won’t agree to it.

Moira replied distractedly: Oh.

Flora: You really don’t have any feelings left for Shane Jennings? After seven years?

Moira: None. When you know you’re wrong, you fix it. I was already wrong for seven years. Am I supposed to be wrong for another seven?

’In life, you’ll face a lot of resentment and what-ifs. Some of that is okay to have, but some you have to nip in the bud the moment it sprouts.’

’Like when you’re with a scumbag.’

’You can’t let resentment keep you entangled with him.’

’Shit is shit. No matter how many times you eat it, it’s still shit. Sprinkling some sugar on top doesn’t turn it into a chocolate bean.’

After she finished chatting with Flora Rhodes, Moira Sloan tapped into the group chat Connor Quinn had just added her to and took a look.

It was mostly people from his shop.

There were also a few unfamiliar profile pictures; she guessed they were probably his friends.

She hadn’t yet responded to the group’s "sister-in-law" comments from earlier.

After thinking for a few seconds, Moira Sloan’s fingers typed out a message and hit send: I look forward to getting to know you all.

The message was sent, and several people replied instantly.

[Don’t worry, sister-in-law. We’re all really easy to get along with.]

[Yeah, yeah, you can rest assured, sister-in-law.]

Seeing their replies, Moira Sloan didn’t respond further. She tossed her phone onto the sofa, hopped off, and padded into the kitchen in her slippers.

Connor Quinn was busy stir-frying something. Next to his hands was a row of half-finished egg tarts, looking like they were ready for the oven.

’That’s right.’

’After Connor Quinn had moved in, her home was now equipped with things like an oven—something that required actual culinary skill.’

Moira Sloan pursed her lips, leaned against the kitchen counter with her arms crossed, and nudged Connor Quinn with her foot. "Apologize to me."

Connor Quinn glanced up at her, his expression unchanging. "I’m sorry."

Moira Sloan asked, "What did you do wrong?"

His expression was as calm as ever as he said, "For not announcing our relationship sooner."

Moira Sloan studied his expression, but she couldn’t see any of the ’ploy’ Flora had mentioned. She pressed her lips into a thin line. "Do you think I was being unreasonable today?"

After a beat, Moira Sloan added, "Be honest."

When Moira Sloan finished, Connor Quinn turned off the stove and faced her directly. He didn’t hug or kiss her like he usually would. Instead, his expression was serious as he said in a low voice, "Moira Sloan, with me, you can make any mistake you want—as long as it’s not cheating. You’re allowed to be moody whenever you want, and you’re allowed to be unreasonable whenever you want. I’ll do everything in my power to give you so much love, and I’ll give you all the money I have..."