After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 73: Playing Along with Her Act

Instead of answering Connor Quinn’s question, Leo Lawson countered with one of his own.

"What do you think?"

Connor Quinn sneered. "Leo Lawson."

Leo Lawson hummed from the other end of the line. "Hm?"

Connor Quinn took the cigarette from the corner of his mouth and tapped off the ash. "The weather’s turning cold. You’d better cover yourself with some extra dirt."

When Moira Sloan returned, the hallway was pitch-black.

She stepped out of the elevator, and only when her high heels clicked against the concrete floor did the motion-sensor light turn on.

She glanced down, fishing for her keys in her purse. When she looked up, her eyes met those of Connor Quinn, who was leaning against her apartment door.

Connor Quinn’s gaze was dark and heavy. Moira’s hand paused on her keys before she feigned composure and walked forward.

They had an unspoken understanding in this regard. Neither said a word; she unlocked the door, and he followed close behind.

Once inside, Connor Quinn was the first to change his shoes, heading straight for the kitchen.

Moira took longer to change her shoes. The high heels she wore today were studded, with straps that wrapped from her instep up past her ankle. Black straps against fair, almost glowing calves.

Honestly, it had a rather provocative look.

After changing her shoes, Moira straightened her slender waist and walked into the living room.

In the kitchen, Connor Quinn had already started washing and chopping vegetables. Moira glanced over before turning and heading into the bathroom.

When she came out of the bathroom, Moira plopped onto the sofa and idly played on her phone. She opened WeChat out of boredom and had just tapped into her Moments when she saw a post Connor Quinn had made ten minutes ago.

[Selling apartment. Price negotiable.]

Below it was a nine-photo grid, which appeared to be of the apartment he was currently living in.

Moira casually tapped on a photo to enlarge it. A bright and spotless living room filled her screen.

The apartment looked a little old, but it was very bright.

The kind of brightness that could lift one’s spirits at a glance. A few potted green plants sat on the windowsill, looking vibrant and full of life.

As Moira was looking, Connor Quinn’s cool, stern voice came from the kitchen. "Do you want the fish sweet or savory?"

Without looking up, Moira answered naturally, "Half and half?"

Connor Quinn replied, "Mm."

Moira: "..."

The moment the conversation ended, Moira was struck with regret.

’It was too natural, like I was treating him like hired help.’

Honestly, the way Connor Quinn catered to her when he cooked... not even her doting grandmother, Jean Hale, could match it.

That would have been fine on any other day, but today she was planning to end things with him.

For some reason, it made her a little... hesitant.

Especially since she had just seen that he was selling his apartment.

’It felt like if she brought up ending their relationship now, she would be kicking him while he was down, just making his life even worse.’

For the rest of the time she spent scrolling on her phone, Moira didn’t feel so happy anymore. She was even a little distracted.

It wasn’t until Connor Quinn called her to dinner that she returned to normal.

Four dishes and a soup, perfect in color, aroma, and taste.

Moira sat down and ate her rice in small bites, uncharacteristically meek.

When she was halfway through her bowl of rice, she nibbled on the tip of her chopsticks and looked at Connor Quinn. "Um..."

Connor Quinn’s expression was indifferent. "If you have something to say, say it after dinner."

Moira said, "Oh."

Throughout the meal, Moira was anxious and uneasy, and the food tasted like ash in her mouth.

After dinner, Connor Quinn went to wash the dishes, while she just sat in her dining chair, staring into space.

Figuring he was almost done cleaning up, she got up, walked to the kitchen doorway, and leaned against the frame. "Connor Quinn, I have something to tell you."

With his back to her, Connor Quinn finished the last of the cleanup. "Go on."

Moira began to spin her tale. Her red lips were pursed, and she looked perfectly innocent, but a stream of lies flowed out. "My grandmother called me yesterday. She arranged a blind date for me, and I was thinking, I’m at that age, so I’d like to go check it out."

Connor Quinn said, "Mm."

Seeing how readily he agreed, Moira secretly let out a breath of relief and continued, "So, this relationship between us..."

Connor Quinn said, "I know."

With that, Connor Quinn tossed the rag he was holding, turned on the faucet to wash his hands, and flicked the water from them. He turned, leaned against the counter, and lit a cigarette, his head bowed.

As smoke curled around him, Connor Quinn lifted his eyes to look at Moira.

Meeting his gaze, Moira’s eyelid twitched, and her heart clenched for no reason.

The next second, Connor Quinn strode forward. His large hand shot out, grabbing the nape of her neck and pulling her forward. He lowered his head, and his deep voice rumbled by her ear, "Living room, dining room, bedroom, bathroom... looks like the kitchen is the only place we haven’t, right? Want to give it a try?"