After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 148: A Delivery of Warmth from Afar

When Moira Sloan returned to the private room, Finn Fuller discreetly observed her expression.

Seeing nothing amiss, he reached out to pour her a drink and asked in a low voice, "When are you planning to head back to Atheria?"

Moira Sloan raised an eyebrow. "Who? Me?"

Finn Fuller teased, "You’re not planning to spend the rest of your life in Everwood County, are you?"

Moira Sloan took the glass and sipped it. "Nothing wrong with that."

Finn Fuller asked, "You’d be content with that?"

A half-smile played on Moira Sloan’s lips. "What’s the point of having so many lofty ambitions?"

Finn Fuller clinked his glass against hers. "I don’t believe you."

Moira Sloan drank her wine, smiling but saying nothing.

After dinner, as they left the restaurant, Finn Fuller had his driver take Moira Sloan back to her hotel.

Before she got in, Finn Fuller leaned down, holding the car door open. "This project is a joint venture, and President Jennings is the main investor. Don’t make things too ugly."

Moira Sloan leaned her slender waist back against the seat, a smile gracing her red lips. "Don’t worry. I wouldn’t pick a fight with money."

Hearing her words, the worry vanished from Finn Fuller’s face. "Good."

On the way back, Moira Sloan tilted her head, watching the neon lights outside the car window.

You had to admit, the big city nightlife was different from that of a small county.

It was beautiful.

But it was also lonely, leaving you with no sense of belonging.

The driver was the same one who had picked Moira up from the airport. Having learned his lesson from last time, he didn’t utter a single unnecessary word the entire way.

When the car arrived at the hotel, the driver got out to open the door for Moira.

Moira Sloan got out, said a quick ’Thanks,’ and headed into the hotel, handbag in tow.

Just as she was about to enter the hotel, she suddenly turned around and ducked into the 24-hour convenience store next door.

"Hi, a pack of women’s cigarettes and a lighter, please."

The clerk asked, "Any particular flavor you like?"

Moira Sloan glanced at the cigarette display behind the clerk. "Do you have sweet orange?"

The clerk replied politely, "No, but we have tangerine peel. Would that work? The flavor is similar."

Moira Sloan smiled, unfazed. "That’s fine."

The clerk smiled again and asked, "And the lighter? A regular one, or...?"

Moira Sloan lowered her gaze and tapped her finger on a red lighter in the display case on the counter. "I’ll take that one."

The clerk followed her finger, their smile deepening.

The red lighter was engraved with four words: Good Fortune, Great Wealth.

Whether or not it could actually bring you wealth, it was good to have a wish.

After buying the cigarettes and lighter, Moira Sloan paid and went back to the hotel.

As she came out of the convenience store and was about to step down from the curb, she glanced up and saw that the driver Finn Fuller had sent was still there.

Moira Sloan shot a look in his direction, a scornful smirk on her lips. Pretending not to have seen him, she clicked back to the hotel in her high heels.

’So wary of me.’

’Is he afraid I’ll run?’

’Or that I’ll go investigate something?’

A few minutes later, Moira Sloan took the elevator upstairs. She had just gotten back to her room when the hotel’s internal line rang.

She walked over and picked it up. The sweet voice of the front desk receptionist came from the other end. "Miss Sloan, would you like some hangover soup?"

Moira Sloan raised an eyebrow. Figuring it was probably arranged by Finn Fuller, she chuckled in response and didn’t refuse. "Yes, please."

The receptionist said, "Of course. Please wait a moment, we’ll have someone bring it right up."

Moira Sloan hummed in agreement.

After hanging up, Moira Sloan walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and lit a cigarette.

It was a premium, tangerine-peel pop-capsule cigarette. She bit down on the capsule, and a sweet, refreshing flavor spread through her mouth.

Women’s cigarettes usually don’t have a strong tobacco taste anyway. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

It was more about the flavor than the kick.

Most people weren’t really addicted; they just use them to unwind when they’re tired.

Halfway through her cigarette, the doorbell rang.

Moira Sloan stubbed out the cigarette and walked to the door. She opened it to find a server standing outside, holding out the hangover soup.

"Miss Sloan, your hangover soup."

Moira Sloan took it, a smile curling her lips. "Thank you."

A little while later, Moira Sloan sat on the sofa, opened the hangover soup, and took a small spoonful. She closed her eyes in appreciation of the delicious taste.

Meanwhile, downstairs in front of the hotel.

Miles Murray looked at the man sitting beside him and teased, "Didn’t you say you weren’t coming? What are you doing here? Not only did you show up, you even secretly made her hangover soup."

Connor Quinn was perfectly composed. "Business trip."

Miles Murray shot back, "You expect me to fall for that like Moira would?"

Connor Quinn toyed with the phone in his hand. "It really is a business trip."

Miles Murray said playfully, "Oh? Tell me, what kind of business?"

Connor Quinn turned his head to look at him. "To give you a tattoo."

Miles Murray choked, the smile freezing on his face.

The atmosphere in the car solidified at his words. Just as the tension threatened to linger, the phone in Connor Quinn’s hand suddenly vibrated.

He glanced down. A message from Moira Sloan had popped up on the screen.

[Boss Quinn, I had a few drinks tonight.]