After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 114: He Loves Everything About Her

Moira’s attitude today was a complete reversal from the past two days.

Any other man would have been unable to handle her hot-and-cold personality.

But as it happened, Boss Quinn was exceptionally receptive.

Whether she was being willful, coquettish, or seductive, he would instantly adapt and accept it all completely.

This was something Moira had noticed as well.

Seeing Connor Quinn’s calm and composed expression, she stood on her tiptoes, leaned in, and whispered seductively into his ear, "Boss Quinn, Master Quinn, I’ve discovered you have incredible self-control."

Connor Quinn’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice deep. "It’s decent."

Moira grinned. "Is that so?"

As she spoke, a mischievous glint flashed in her eyes.

Seeing this, Connor Quinn guessed she was about to make some trouble.

Sure enough, Moira snuggled into his arms and said flirtatiously, "If I can’t handle Master Jennings’s imposing presence later, I’ll just say I’m already pregnant with your baby."

Moira was only joking, of course.

But to her surprise, Connor Quinn readily accepted. "Fine by me."

Moira arched an eyebrow, her smile blossoming, but said nothing.

’In your dreams.’

A few minutes later, the two of them appeared in the living room of the Jennings Estate, their fingers intertwined.

The moment they stepped through the door, they were met with Laura Cheney’s venomous glare.

She didn’t dare be too obvious with her hostility toward Connor Quinn, so she focused all her firepower on Moira Sloan.

But Moira, with a brilliant smile, simply played dumb. Not only was she completely unintimidated, but she managed to thoroughly infuriate Laura.

"Aunt Laura, it’s been a while."

Moira spoke first, taking the initiative with an attitude of "if the mountain won’t come to me, then I’ll go to the mountain."

Laura Cheney hadn’t expected Moira to greet her. The corner of her mouth twitched, and her expression froze for a moment.

She couldn’t bring herself to smile, but keeping a stern face would make her seem petty.

Just then, Madam Jennings, who was seated to the side, broke the stalemate. "Moira, come sit with Grandma."

Madam Jennings beckoned to Moira as she spoke.

When Moira approached, Madam Jennings took her hand, pulled her close, and whispered, "I know all about what happened at the competition today."

Moira’s eyes crinkled in a smile, unafraid. "Mhm."

"Are you scared?" Madam Jennings asked.

Moira covered her mouth and whispered back, mimicking her, "I am. Grandma, you have to protect me."

"If you were scared, why did you do it?"

Moira told the truth, blinking with a pitifully wronged expression. "I just couldn’t swallow my anger."

Madam Jennings sighed.

’She knew Shane was the one who had wronged Moira in this matter.’

Moira immediately added, "Grandma, you’ll protect me, won’t you? I may not be your second grandson’s wife anymore, but that just makes me your number one granddaughter-in-law."

Her brazen claim made Madam Jennings laugh in exasperation. She poked Moira’s forehead but didn’t respond to the outrageous statement.

Seeing the intimate behavior between Madam Jennings and Moira, Laura Cheney’s face turned livid.

’To this day, she still couldn’t understand how on earth Moira had managed to win Madam Jennings’s favor.’

’From the very first time Shane Jennings brought Moira to visit, Madam Jennings had adored her.’

’A young woman with no background, no parents, and a rather vampish appearance... no matter how you looked at it, she was utterly unpresentable for a family like theirs.’

’At that thought, however, Laura Cheney suddenly felt a sense of relief.’

’Thank goodness Shane had broken up with her.’

’Judging by her antics today, she wasn’t just a vamp; she was clearly not someone to be trifled with.’

’Wealthy families have their fair share of dalliances and scandals, but if every woman made a scene like she did, where would the family’s reputation be?’

But Laura failed to consider that this was precisely the kind of thing only someone with no shame would do in the first place.

Once you’ve thrown away all sense of shame, why would you care about losing face?

What was the difference between that and a prostitute demanding a monument to her chastity?

The atmosphere in the living room had just begun to relax when Master Jennings descended from the second floor, with Shane Jennings in tow.

Master Jennings wore an imposing expression; Shane Jennings looked utterly dejected.

Master Jennings walked to the head seat on the sofa and sat down. He spoke in a grave voice, "Regarding today’s incident, we will hold a press conference. Moira Sloan, you will step forward, apologize, and admit your mistake. You will say the videos were fabricated. The Jennings Family will handle the rest."

As soon as Master Jennings finished speaking, Moira’s slender eyebrows shot up in defiance.

’She had expected the Jennings Family to resort to some dirty tricks, but she never imagined they would be this despicable.’

Seeing her reaction, a flash of smug satisfaction crossed Laura Cheney’s eyes.

Moira shot Laura a look, then her gaze fell on Shane Jennings, whose head was bowed low. A mocking glint appeared in her eyes. Her red lips curled, and she was just about to speak when Connor Quinn, who had been sitting silently in an armchair, suddenly interrupted. With an ill-timed FLICK, he sparked his lighter, drawing everyone’s attention.

The next second, Connor Quinn’s cold voice cut through the tension. "Am I a ghost, sitting over here?"