After Betrayal - I Married a Handsome Tycoon-Chapter 79: Digging a Pit and Jumping In

Their eyes met, and Moira’s gaze was as sharp as a dagger.

Her already full chest heaved up and down.

It was hard to tell if it was from anger or some other emotion.

Moira practically strode over to Connor in a few large steps and snatched the payment slip from his hand.

Her movements were swift as the wind. She didn’t startle Connor, but she gave Joanne Underwood, who was standing to the side, quite a shock.

Joanne’s eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to curse, but she swallowed her words after meeting Moira’s icy glare.

’That damn girl is stubborn. She might seem quiet and withdrawn normally, but once she flares up, she’ll spare no one’s feelings.’

Joanne assumed they were just a young couple having a lover’s quarrel. With a soft huff, she turned and walked away first.

As soon as Joanne was gone, Moira turned her cold expression on Connor.

Connor said calmly, "You should pay the bill first. Grandma is waiting for her IV drip."

Moira sneered, "Grandma?"

’Is she *your* grandma?’

’Saying it so affectionately.’

Faced with Moira’s scorn, Connor remained silent, standing before her with an unyielding, upright posture.

They stared at each other for a moment before Moira took a step forward, poking Connor’s chest with a slender finger. "Connor, I’m telling you this one last time: there is nothing between us anymore. From now on, we go our separate ways."

Connor stood perfectly still, not saying a word.

After she had her say, worried about Jean Hale’s condition, Moira shot him one last glare before clicking away on her high heels to pay the bill.

The payment window was mobbed. As she stood there holding the bill, Moira’s simmering anger gradually subsided.

She didn’t even know what she was so angry about.

She just hated the feeling of other people interfering in her life.

Especially when they had already made things perfectly clear, yet the other party insisted on pestering her relentlessly.

About twenty minutes later, Moira finished paying. She called Jean Hale to ask for her room number, then took the elevator upstairs.

Clutching the payment receipt, she pushed the door open. The sight of the people inside made her freeze.

Jean Hale wasn’t in a VIP room. Besides her, there was another person sharing the room.

Jade Quinn, Connor’s sister.

Connor was there as well, currently peeling an egg for Jade.

When Jade Quinn saw Moira, she wanted to smile but looked timid and a little embarrassed.

Moira pursed her lips. In a flash, it dawned on her that she might have misunderstood something.

Before she could sort out her thoughts, Jean Hale, sitting on the bed nearest the door, cut her off with a stern expression. "What are you doing here? Who told you?"

As she spoke, her gaze shifted to Connor.

Connor looked up without a word, an innocent expression on his face.

Watching their silent exchange, Moira took a shallow breath and walked to the bedside. "My aunt called me."

At the mention of Joanne Underwood, Jean Hale’s expression soured.

Her displeasure was mixed with a hint of awkwardness. "I told her I had enough money to pay the hospital fees myself, that she didn’t need to... that woman..."

Jean Hale really didn’t know what to do about Joanne Underwood.

She was just too much.

For her, throwing a fit—crying, screaming, making threats—was practically a daily routine.

Moira later learned from Jean Hale that her grandmother had suffered a heart attack two nights ago. Fortunately, they had called for an ambulance in time, and she was now out of danger.

Her grandmother hadn’t contacted her because she didn’t want her to worry.

Furthermore, she had run into Connor during admission, and with him there to take care of things, she was even less inclined to call Moira.

After explaining, the old woman squeezed Moira’s hand. "I was afraid your aunt would call you, so I told her that Quinn is your boyfriend and that he’s here taking care of me for you."

Moira was at a loss for words.

’So I really did get it wrong.’

Seeing Moira purse her lips repeatedly, Jean Hale leaned in closer and added, "It’s not just me. That boy, Quinn, is a real catch. He’s presentable, he can cook, and he’s so dutiful..."

Moira was at a loss for words.

Half an hour later, Connor was smoking in the stairwell when Moira appeared before him, fidgeting awkwardly.

Connor glanced down at her. Knowing she was in the wrong, Moira kept her head down and picked at her nails. "I’m sorry."

’Wrong is wrong.’

’She couldn’t be unreasonable just because someone liked her.’

’She might be able to get away with being arrogant in a romantic relationship thanks to her looks, but in all other matters, you had to own up to your mistakes and take your lumps.’

In response to her apology, Connor said nothing.

After a moment, Connor stubbed out his cigarette and turned to leave.

Moira watched his retreating back, unable to think of another way to make amends. Suddenly, she remembered he was homeless. Her mouth worked faster than her brain, and she blurted out, "Hey, are you still looking for a place to rent?"