After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 155: A Mushy Kind of Like

Moira Sloan’s tone was light, but a loud BANG suddenly erupted from Flora Rhodes’s end.

Moira was puzzled. "Hmm?"

Flora Rhodes stammered, "It’s not—uh... umm... uh..."

The loud bang hadn’t come from Flora Rhodes, but from Caleb Lockwood, who was standing furtively behind her.

Flora Rhodes was working overtime at the office tonight. She’d thought she was the only one left in the entire company, but who would’ve guessed there was another kindred, dedicated spirit present?

After the loud bang, just as she was about to answer a surprised Moira, her mouth was suddenly covered by the culprit.

The two locked eyes. A rare panic flickered in Caleb Lockwood’s.

Flora Rhodes raised an eyebrow. ’??’

Caleb Lockwood brought his free hand to his lips in a "shush" gesture, whispering desperately so only the two of them could hear, "Please, I’m begging you on my hands and knees, don’t say it was me."

Flora Rhodes shot him a look, her expression full of meaning.

They’d never interacted before, yet they had a damnable degree of unspoken understanding.

Caleb Lockwood got the message and spoke again. "Can I explain later?"

Flora Rhodes blinked again.

Caleb Lockwood sighed in relief and, understanding, let go.

After a moment, Flora Rhodes cleared her throat and said to Moira on the other end of the line, "It’s nothing. I just accidentally knocked over my water glass."

Moira chuckled. "Startled, were you?"

Flora shot back, "I knew you two would be in cahoots one of these days."

’The kinds of things that happen between mature men and women.’

It’s always either love at first sight or a slow-burn romance.

Everything else is just a pretty excuse.

If you were to ask if pure, innocent love exists in this world, the answer is yes. But it’s not for grown men and women.

Two people in their thirties trying to have an innocent romance?

It’s too fake.

Some people, even if they don’t say it aloud or act on it, have thought about love and passion at least a hundred times over.

This isn’t being perverted or lewd.

Food and sex—these are humanity’s greatest desires.

This is just human nature.

To forcefully suppress that nature is no different from a crime against humanity.

Flora actually wanted to ask Moira more—best friends were, after all, the fountain of all gossip and a sanctuary for scandalous confessions. However, with the man still standing behind her, his gaze burning into her back, she held her tongue and simply said, "Have your Boss Quinn treat me to dinner some other time."

Moira agreed immediately. "No problem."

After hanging up with Moira, Flora Rhodes swiveled in her chair to face Caleb Lockwood.

Their eyes met. Caleb Lockwood straightened his back, his mind racing to fabricate a lie even as he bluffed, "I’ll treat you to dinner."

Flora stood up, casually fluffing the long, flirtatious waves she’d just had done. "Dinner? Forget that. Let’s go to a club. We can talk over drinks."

Caleb Lockwood said, "Alright."

「Meanwhile」

After Moira hung up, she sat up in bed.

She was wearing nothing, her skin slick as she burrowed into Connor Quinn’s arms.

Connor Quinn reached out, pulling her into an embrace as he sat up in bed, letting the woman in his arms ignite little fires all over him with her mischievous teasing.

Moira sat on Connor’s lap, her fingertips slipping under the hem of his shirt to graze his firm abs. "Boss Quinn, you got dressed so quickly. What are you afraid of?"

Connor looked down at her. His voice was dead serious, but his words were filthy. "That I’ll fuck you till you break."

At his words, Moira froze for a second, her ears instantly flushing red.

Connor asked in a low voice, "Hungry?"

Moira glared at him. "Not hungry."

Connor said, deadpan, "Your stomach."

The blush spread from Moira’s ears to her neck. "I was talking about my stomach, too."

Moira was utterly defeated in this exchange.

Seeing the little troublemaker in his arms finally settle down, Connor tightened his grip, leaning down to kiss the corner of her mouth, then her shoulder, before asking in a low, coaxing murmur, "Does this mean we’re officially together now?"

Still peeved from his teasing, Moira huffed haughtily. "Mhm."

Connor said, "Moira Sloan."

Moira. "Yeah."

Connor asked, "Do you like me?"

Moira’s heart clenched. ’Honestly, she still felt a little uncertain,’ but that didn’t matter. She put on a brave face. "If I didn’t like you, would I have asked you to be my boyfriend?"

Connor’s gaze was profound. He saw right through her but didn’t call her out.

They had just made a breakthrough in their relationship. He wasn’t stupid enough to screw things up now. "I like you, too."

The conviction in his confession was unshakable.

Moira was hesitant. Her feelings for him weren’t on solid ground just yet—it was more a mix of gratitude and physical attraction. Feeling like she needed to make up for this lack, she wrapped her arms around his neck, offering herself to him. "Connor Quinn, you have to be good to me. A hundred, a thousand, ten thousand times better than before. Otherwise, I’ll run away..."

Connor’s voice was husky. "You won’t get the chance."