After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 81: Identity Revealed

Connor Quinn’s words left Moira Sloan speechless, her body going rigid.

’Right. Who am I to him?’

’Why should he indulge me?’

The next second, Moira Sloan pressed her lips together, her expression turning sour and embarrassed.

A moment later, Moira Sloan pushed him away. She walked straight to the bedside table to grab her purse. After composing herself, she turned back with a faint, charming smile, patting Jade Quinn’s hair to say goodbye before reminding Jean Hale to get some rest.

"I’ll be back tomorrow."

"It’s so late," Jean Hale said. "Let Quinn take you home."

Moira Sloan’s red lips curved into a smile. "No need. It’s not on his way. I’ll get a cab."

Jean Hale didn’t know what the two had been whispering about by the window, but one look at Moira Sloan’s face told her they must have had a disagreement.

When Jean Hale couldn’t get through to Moira Sloan, her gaze shifted to Connor Quinn.

Receiving Jean Hale’s look, Connor Quinn strode forward. Without a word, he took the purse from Moira Sloan’s hand. "Actually, I need to buy something on the south side of town. It’s on the way."

Moira Sloan’s lip twitched, but with Jean Hale and Jade Quinn there, she didn’t argue.

It was mainly because of Jade Quinn.

’That girl is so sweet, and you can tell she’s a sensitive soul. I can’t just storm out of here and cause her to lose a night’s sleep over it. She has a heart condition; a sleepless night could kill her.’

The moment they stepped out of the hospital room, Moira Sloan stopped and held her hand out to Connor Quinn. "My purse."

Connor Quinn looked down at her, his face impassive. "I promised Grandma I’d take you home."

A smirk played on Moira Sloan’s lips. "Who am I to you? Why should you take me home?"

With that, she snatched her purse from his hand and left with a cold laugh.

Moira Sloan had just left when the phone in Connor Quinn’s pocket started ringing.

He glanced at the screen, swiped to answer, and said curtly, "Speak."

Miles Murray’s teasing voice came from the other end. "Buy a house."

"Piss off," Connor Quinn said.

Instead of getting angry, Miles Murray just laughed, even more amused. "Guess who I had dinner with tonight?"

Connor Quinn looked toward the elevator. Not seeing her slender figure, his brow furrowed. "It had better be someone useful."

"Shane Jennings," Miles said.

"Hanging up," Connor replied.

Hearing that Connor Quinn was about to hang up, Miles Murray hurriedly stopped him. "Don’t hang up, don’t hang up! I have something important to tell you. Shane Jennings knows who you are."

Connor Quinn’s expression darkened upon hearing this. "You told him?"

Miles Murray scoffed. "Is that the kind of person you think I am?"

"Then who was it?" Connor asked.

’Shane Jennings couldn’t have dug this up on his own.’

’He’d been retired and living in seclusion for years. None of the nouveau riche at the wedding in Atheria even recognized him, so how could Shane Jennings have found out so easily?’

As Connor Quinn was pondering this, Miles Murray let out a soft chuckle. "It was me."

The moment Miles Murray spoke, the only response he got was the sound of Connor Quinn ending the call.

A moment later, as Connor Quinn was taking the elevator down, Miles Murray sent him a message: Quinn, I’m really curious to see how far you’ll go for Moira Sloan.

Connor Quinn replied: You’ll get your share of Leo Lawson’s white chrysanthemums.

Miles: What?

Connor Quinn locked his phone, slipped it into his pocket without replying, and stepped out of the elevator, quickening his pace to get to his car.

After leaving the hospital, Moira Sloan had trouble hailing a cab.

That’s how it was in a small county town. It didn’t have the dazzling lights and nightlife of a big city.

Occasionally, a few young people would go out for karaoke, so the few taxis that ran at night tended to cluster around those spots.

After waiting for about ten minutes, she still hadn’t found a taxi. Instead, Connor Quinn’s car pulled up.

Connor Quinn stopped the car in front of her and rolled down the window. "Get in."

Moira Sloan ignored him, stubbornly turning her head to the side.

Seeing this, Connor Quinn frowned and got out of the car.

His legs were long and his strides wide. He had just taken a few steps toward her when the phone clutched in Moira Sloan’s hand suddenly vibrated.

Moira Sloan glanced down. Two new messages had popped up on her screen.

[Moira, that bastard Shane Jennings wants you to call him back. Says he has something urgent to discuss.]

[Oh, and he said it’s about your mystery man.]