After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 9: Soft Whispers

When he received Moira Sloan’s text, Connor Quinn was in the middle of being grilled by Jean Hale about his family history.

Connor Quinn took out his phone and glanced at it, but didn’t reply. He focused on answering Jean Hale’s questions.

"My parents died in a car accident when I was sixteen. I have a younger sister at home; she’s eighteen this year."

Hearing this, Jean Hale’s eyes filled with sympathy. "You poor child."

Connor Quinn gave a faint smile. Unlike the stern front he put up with Moira Sloan, he now had the modest demeanor of a junior. "It’s alright."

Jean Hale asked, "So how have you gotten by all these years?"

Connor Quinn answered frankly, "Working odd jobs, being an apprentice, saving up little by little, until now."

A sixteen-year-old kid, practically still a boy, having to raise a sister who was barely two, with no parents around.

You don’t have to live through something like that to know how difficult it must have been.

But sympathy was one thing; Jean Hale still had to ask the important questions. For instance, "Connor, have you bought a house?"

Connor Quinn understood what Jean Hale was getting at and answered truthfully, "I have. Two of them. I’m living in the smaller one now. I just bought the bigger one at the beginning of the year, but it hasn’t been renovated yet."

When Jean Hale heard that Connor Quinn owned property, the weight on her heart was lifted.

It wasn’t that she was materialistic, but when it came to marriage, not having a house was a real deal-breaker.

No house, where would they live after getting married? Where would they live when they had kids?

They couldn’t just rent for their whole lives.

Moira Sloan’s situation wasn’t much better than Connor Quinn’s. Her mother died of breast cancer when she was three. Her father was alive, but he might as well be dead—he hadn’t shown his face in twenty-seven years, not even a single phone call.

So, for her own selfish reasons, Jean Hale didn’t want Moira to suffer for the rest of her life.

The two of them chatted a bit more before coming out of the kitchen, placing the dishes on the table, and calling Moira Sloan to eat.

Moira Sloan shuffled over in her slippers and was about to sit down when Jean Hale picked up a pair of bamboo chopsticks from the table and smacked her hand. "Go wash your hands."

Moira Sloan had fair skin, and before she could pull her hand back, two red marks were left on the back of it.

Connor Quinn saw this, and his brow instinctively furrowed.

Jean Hale caught it out of the corner of her eye and beamed.

Moira Sloan went to the bathroom to wash her hands, and Connor Quinn followed.

The bathroom in the old house was already cramped. It was a tight fit for just Moira Sloan, but when Connor Quinn stepped inside, it felt incredibly crowded.

Moira Sloan lifted her eyes to look at him. There was no smile on her face, but her expression was full of allure as she called out in a saccharine voice, "Master Quinn."

Connor Quinn looked down at her, his Adam’s apple bobbing. "Hm."

Moira Sloan asked, "Was it love at first sight?"

He hadn’t replied to her text, so she decided to ask him in person.

Connor Quinn slanted a look at her and didn’t deny it. "A little."

Moira Sloan shook the water from her hands and turned to face him, leaning her slender waist softly against the sink. She tilted her head up slightly, her beautiful face, long, fair neck, flat stomach, tiny waist that one could wrap a hand around, and the tight, straight legs under her floral dress all exposed to his gaze...

"Lust at first sight?"

Connor Quinn replied, "Hm."

Seeing him admit it, Moira Sloan chuckled lightly. "You’re certainly honest."

Connor Quinn was unruffled. "There’s nothing to be dishonest about."

Moira Sloan was still sulking about how he hadn’t helped her that afternoon. She grabbed a towel, dried her hands, and crossed her arms. "But I don’t like men who don’t do as I say."

It was a blunt rejection.

After saying her piece, Moira Sloan lowered her arms and started to walk past Connor Quinn, her body brushing against his.

Connor Quinn glanced down at her, then suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Moira Sloan looked back and up at him, her alluring eyes seeming to brim with moisture.

Connor Quinn asked, "What do you mean by ’do as you say’?"

Moira Sloan said, "When I tell you to go east, you don’t go west..."

As she spoke, Moira Sloan stepped closer to Connor Quinn, rising on her tiptoes to barely reach his nose. She moved her red lips toward his neck as if to brush against it, but didn’t actually make contact, teasingly close yet distant. In a soft, coquettish whisper, she continued, "...when I tell you to kneel, you don’t dare stand..."