After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 8: Love at First Sight

Connor Quinn’s answer caught Moira Sloan by surprise.

Moira froze for a second. Once she processed what he’d said, a faint sneer touched her bewitching red lips. She leaned back, her slender waist relaxing as she sank lazily into her seat.

’Sly.’

’Sly to the bone, with a little extra flair on top.’

’Some men are just like that,’ she mused. ’They look all prim and proper, self-disciplined and stern, but on the inside, they’re wilder than anyone. And men like that are picky, too. You think he’s immune to a woman’s charms, a perfect gentleman, but in reality, when he decides to let loose, he’s more debaucherous and plays the field harder than anyone.’

Moira Sloan figured Connor Quinn was exactly that type of man.

After that little interlude, the two of them were silent for the rest of the ride.

As the car was about to reach West Alley, Moira Sloan opened WeChat and scanned the code to pay.

She paid an extra five yuan, considering it fare for Connor Quinn’s trip back.

"Thanks for the ride back, Master Quinn."

Her words didn’t match her feelings. Though she was thanking him, she didn’t spare him a single glance.

Connor Quinn noted her attitude but didn’t seem rushed or angry. "You’re welcome."

The car stopped, and Moira Sloan got out without a moment’s hesitation. She had only taken two steps when she heard steady footsteps behind her.

Moira Sloan frowned and turned around, only to see Connor Quinn’s tall figure standing right behind her.

A corner of Moira’s mouth lifted, and just as she was about to question him, her grandmother Jean Hale’s voice came from behind. "Moira, Quinn."

Hearing that voice, Moira Sloan stiffened. She could guess what was coming next: Connor Quinn was probably staying for dinner tonight.

Her suspicion was confirmed the moment she turned around.

Because standing next to Jean Hale was Mrs. Alden, her rival of a lifetime.

Mrs. Alden’s eyes seemed to be smiling, but the gaze she fixed on Connor Quinn was cloudy yet cunning. "So this is Moira’s boyfriend."

Jean Hale, pleased with Connor Quinn, replied, "That’s right. What do you think of him?"

’Great. They’re just determined to force this to happen.’

’What do I think of him?’

’Not much.’

Mrs. Alden asked, "What does he do?"

Jean Hale answered for Connor Quinn, "He runs his own shop. A tattoo parlor. It’s really popular. I hear you usually have to get on a waiting list to get a tattoo from Quinn..."

Mrs. Alden pursed her lips, her expression unreadable. Her tone was snide as she replied, "Is that so?"

Jean Hale said, "You’re old. You don’t understand these things young people are into."

Mrs. Alden shot her a sideways glance and left, using the excuse that she had to make dinner. As she walked away, she muttered, "I’m old? You’re not old? You old fossil, you’re two years older than me..."

Being old and hard of hearing, she couldn’t hear her own muttering and simply assumed no one else could, either.

In contrast to Mrs. Alden, Jean Hale’s hearing and sight were still sharp.

Hearing Mrs. Alden bad-mouthing her, Jean Hale looked ready to go settle the score, but Moira Sloan stopped her, linking arms with her. "Grandma, what’s for dinner tonight?"

Stopped by Moira, Jean Hale remembered that Connor Quinn was still there. She put on a broad, benevolent smile and changed her tune. "Braised fish, steamed pork with rice flour, pork belly with preserved mustard greens..."

Jean Hale rattled off a whole list of dishes, finally looking at Connor Quinn and saying, "I asked the matchmaker. She said these are all dishes that Quinn likes to eat."

Moira Sloan was speechless.

Connor Quinn nodded. "Thank you, Grandma."

Hearing Connor Quinn call her "Grandma" made Jean Hale grin from ear to ear.

Moira Sloan heard it, saw it, and couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

’This whole scene makes me feel like an unwanted head of cabbage in winter—not only on deep discount, but they still have to sweeten the deal to get anyone to take it.’

In this supposedly "happy and harmonious" atmosphere, the three of them went back to the house.

As soon as they got inside, Moira Sloan flopped lazily onto the sofa and started playing on her phone, while Connor Quinn followed Jean Hale into the kitchen.

Moira played on her phone for a while, feeling utterly bored. She lifted her gaze to the kitchen, where Connor Quinn was eagerly helping out. Her eyes narrowed, and she sent him a text: *Master Quinn, was it love at first sight for you?*