After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 95: Meeting One’s Match

Moira Sloan was caught completely off guard when he swept her into his arms.

Before she could struggle, Connor Quinn had already carried her into the guest bedroom next door.

She had just changed into the nightgown, and after all the commotion, its hem had ridden up to the top of her thighs. The thin straps on her shoulders had slipped down, hanging precariously.

The black lace against her fair skin created a stunning contrast.

The visual impact was incredibly powerful.

...

After they came out of the bathroom, Moira Sloan insisted on going back to the master bedroom. Connor Quinn glanced down at her without a word, but his actions spoke for him as he simply carried her back to the guest room.

On any other day, Moira Sloan would never have let him get his way so easily.

But today, her body felt as limp as a noodle. She pouted and muttered a few curses, then rolled over and fell silent. She was asleep.

Half an hour later, once he was sure Moira Sloan was fast asleep, Connor Quinn wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into his embrace.

Moira Sloan whimpered as she settled into his arms, probably uncomfortable at first. She nuzzled against him again and again until she found a comfortable spot and finally grew still.

「The next day.」

When Moira Sloan woke up, she was the only one in the guest bedroom.

She lazily rolled over. The soreness, as if she’d been run over by a car, made her suck in a sharp breath.

Remembering what happened last night, Moira Sloan narrowed her eyes, a mischievous glint suddenly appearing in them.

The next second, she forced herself to ignore the soreness and got out of bed. She walked to the closet, found one of Connor Quinn’s short-sleeved shirts, and put it on. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Connor Quinn was tall, so his shirt came down just to her hips.

Below the hem, her long, fair, and slender legs were on full display.

After a moment, Moira Sloan opened the door to the guest room and headed straight for the kitchen.

At this hour, Connor Quinn was in the kitchen making breakfast.

Moira Sloan walked to the kitchen doorway and leaned languidly against the frame, her eyes fixed on his back.

Hearing the sound, Connor Quinn turned. When he saw what she was wearing, his Adam’s apple bobbed noticeably.

Moira Sloan’s smile was radiant, and her voice was pure honey. "Boss Quinn, like what you see?"

Connor Quinn’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t say a word.

Moira Sloan’s red lips curved into a smirk as she teased him, word by word, "There’s something even better to look at. Want to see?"