Connor Quinn’s voice was low and deep, with a hint of seductive charm.
As his words fell, Moira Sloan’s long, curled lashes trembled.
The next second, before Moira could react, Connor had already cupped the back of her neck with his large hand and kissed her lips.
More than ten days.
For two adults who had just gotten a taste for each other, it had been quite a long ti.
Moira instinctively wanted to struggle, but before she could even move, Connor saw her intention. The hand on her waist tightened, pressing her flush against him.
Then, Connor said in a husky voice, "You don’t have to be responsible for ."
Moira, "..."
Moira felt she really had the potential to be a bad girl.
Just like now. The mont Connor said she didn’t have to be responsible, she felt a wave of pleasure and gave up the struggle.
...
Afterward, Connor carried her to the bathroom for a shower.
In the bathroom, Moira didn’t say a word, her gaze constantly avoiding Connor’s.
When they ca out, Connor went to make dinner while she sat on the sofa, biting her nails.
’It’s over.’
’It’s really over this ti.’
’How could I have not resisted his masculine charm?’
’That damn man. First playing the victim, then seducing .’
’He’s clearly using both hard and soft tactics to keep on my toes.’
Moira stewed in self-reflection for a long ti. Finally, too agitated to bear it, she picked up her phone and sent a WeChat ssage to the romantically experienced Flora Rhodes: "Let ask you sothing."
Flora was binge-watching a show on her phone and replied instantly: "Shoot."
Moira: "I have this friend..."
Flora: "Just tell what’s wrong with you."
Moira: "..."
Flora: "Did you get tangled up with that wild man of yours, Connor Quinn, again?"
Moira: "..."
Flora: "Cast aside your distracting thoughts. Life is short, so enjoy it while you can."
Moira had ntioned Connor Quinn moving in with her during a phone call with Flora before.
Even back then, Flora had predicted that their purely platonic roommate relationship wouldn’t last long.
At the ti, Moira had scoffed at her words.
Flora had said sagely, "You letting him move into your place might seem like you’re only opening one door for him, but you’re actually opening two..."
Moira had asked with a cold laugh, "And what’s the other one?"
Flora laughed mischievously. "Which one do you think?"
Looking at Flora’s ssage, Moira’s delicate brows furrowed tightly.
To be honest, she wasn’t afraid of maintaining this kind of relationship with Connor Quinn.
She and Connor were both single. A relationship like this wouldn’t hurt anyone.
What she was afraid of was responsibility.
A man like Connor Quinn, who was clearly the good, respectable type, would definitely be aiming for marriage after sothing like this.
But ever since her breakup with Shane Jennings, she had completely lost interest in dating and marriage.
’What if...’
Before Moira could even finish her ’what if’ thought, Connor had already finished cooking, set the food on the dining table, and was calling her to eat.
Moira lifted her gaze to look at him, pursed her lips, and hopped off the sofa to walk to the dining room.
Three dishes and a soup, as always, a feast for the senses.
Moira sat down and ate with her head lowered. Halfway through her bowl of rice, she couldn’t stand the tense, unspoken ambiguity any longer. She looked up at Connor and said, "We..."
Connor calmly cut in, "I told you, you don’t have to be responsible for ."
Hearing Connor’s words, Moira felt an inexplicable sense of relief.
After dinner, Connor went to wash the dishes, and Moira slipped back to her bedroom, trying to make her presence as small as possible.
She was so quiet, she wished she could’ve worn an invisibility cloak.
That evening, as she was lying on her stomach playing a ga on her bed, a WeChat notification popped up on her screen.
Connor: "You don’t have to be responsible for , so do you want to continue this kind of relationship?"
Seeing the floating notification on her phone screen, Moira’s hand jerked. She didn’t see the opponent in the corner and was instantly headshot.
Staring at her character’s stiff corpse in the ga, Moira exited with a grim expression.
After a few minutes, she swiped her finger to unlock the screen, opened WeChat, and tapped on her chat with Connor. She mulled it over for a mont. ’Things have already co this far, anyway,’ she thought. Gritting her teeth, she decided to just commit to the ’bad girl’ role: "It’s not impossible, but we need to set three ground rules."
Connor: "Na them."
Moira: "First, you can’t tell anyone about our relationship. Second, the old rule: if I ever want to end this, you can’t cling to or refuse to let go. Third, and this is the most important point, starting tomorrow, you have to act like you have zero interest in . I don’t care how you do it, but you can’t let anyone else think you like ."
Connor: "Deal."
Moira: "OK."
After Moira sent the ssage, there was no reply from Connor.
Just as she thought the matter was settled for the night and was about to go to sleep, there was a sudden knock on her bedroom door. The doorknob turned, and the man from outside strode in, walked straight to her bed, bent down, and swept her up...
Moira cried, "Connor Quinn!!"
Connor replied, "The agreent is now in effect."
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