After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 18: A Special Identity

Only when they were truly entangled did Moira Sloan realize that Connor Quinn hadn’t been exaggerating.

Connor Quinn pressed on the nape of her neck as he kissed her, his lips feverish and searing.

Moira Sloan had actually struggled at first. She had never been handled like this before, unable to bear such forcefulness or endure the tremors that wracked her body.

Later, as she sank deeper and deeper, she dug her nails into Connor Quinn’s arm and thought, ’If this bastard is a virgin, I’ll eat my hat.’

’The damn bastard. A man, pretending to be so pure.’

It was only after they’d gone all the way that Connor Quinn discovered the bloodstains beneath her.

Connor Quinn was carrying her to the shower when his eyes were drawn to a smudge of blood on the white entryway cabinet.

Connor Quinn glanced at the cabinet, then back at Moira Sloan, his brow furrowing into a harsh, grim line.

Seeing through him, Moira Sloan raised an eyebrow. The blush from her first encounter had yet to fade, but her face was pure provocation. "What? Am I that improper in your eyes?"

Connor Quinn’s voice was taut as he answered, "No."

Moira Sloan scoffed. "So old-fashioned. You only know how to judge a book by its cover. In this world, the glitz and glamour can be blinding. The sweet, innocent girl might actually sleep around, while the one who looks like she’s wearing heavy makeup might have never even held a man’s hand."

During the bath, Moira Sloan didn’t lift a finger.

She sat in the tub, enjoying herself as Connor Quinn attended to her.

It wasn’t until he was lifting her out of the tub that she very reluctantly raised her arms, signaling for him to carry her.

Connor Quinn bent down, scooped her up, and started walking out. Moira Sloan hooked a slender, pale finger into the collar of his black short-sleeved shirt and asked teasingly, "Master Quinn, that wasn’t your first time, was it?"

Connor Quinn looked down at her, his dark eyes filled with an emotion she couldn’t decipher. "It was."

Moira Sloan just smiled, assuming he was lying and wouldn’t admit it.

She had to admit, Connor Quinn’s aftercare service was excellent. After they got out of the bathroom, he patiently blow-dried her hair for her. His movements were so gentle, a complete contrast to his tough-guy image.

After her hair was dry, Connor Quinn put away the blow-dryer and prepared to carry Moira Sloan to bed.

He had just bent down and reached for her when she pressed a single finger to his chest, pushing him back.

Connor Quinn’s face was stern and cold as he looked at her. Moira Sloan said with a grin, "Master Quinn, it’s getting late. I need to get some sleep." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

She was showing him the door.

Understanding her unspoken message, Connor Quinn just grunted in acknowledgement but still lifted her up.

Moira Sloan arched an eyebrow. In a deep voice, Connor Quinn said, "Get some sleep."

With that, Connor Quinn placed her on the bed, tucked the corners of the blanket around her, straightened his own clothes slightly, and then turned to leave.

Watching his retreating back, Moira Sloan, who was wrapped up like a cocoon, felt the corner of her mouth twitch.

After taking the elevator down from her floor, Connor Quinn stepped out and realized it was raining.

It wasn’t a downpour, but it was enough to get a person soaked.

He stood at the entrance of the apartment building and lit a cigarette. He had only taken two drags when the chaotic scenes from upstairs flashed through his mind, and his jaw tightened around the cigarette.

The next second, the image froze on the bloodstain on the entryway cabinet.

Connor Quinn was a heavy smoker, but he suddenly choked on the smoke, letting out several muffled coughs.

A moment later, watching the rain outside begin to lessen, Connor Quinn started to leave. He had barely taken a step when the phone in his pocket suddenly buzzed a few times.

He pulled out his phone—a model that was practically a feature phone—and a message popped up directly on the screen without him needing to unlock it: Xiao Shang is getting married. Aren’t you coming back?