Delayed Passion: Miss Lynch's Unrequited Love-Chapter 74: None of Them Have Pure Intentions Toward Her

Chapter 74: Chapter 74: None of Them Have Pure Intentions Toward Her

Outsiders naturally can’t see the depth of Ian Preston’s bracelet, but Aunt Rong and the others will surely notice something unusual at a glance.

Thea Lynch was worried that Ian Preston would find it hard to explain, and it was indeed her fault. It was only right to push her out to bear the consequences.

Grandpa Ian definitely wouldn’t mind, but it might be a bit troublesome with Aunt Rong.

"It’s fine." Ian Preston just glanced at it briefly, then put the bracelet back on his wrist. Thea Lynch was sitting next to him, and the fragrance from both Agarwood Bracelets intertwined invisibly.

She belatedly moved to the other side, trying to subtly create some distance.

The gardenia on the table looked even more tender under the light. Thea Lynch touched her backpack and also put back the secondary card and necklace he left last time.

"This necklace doesn’t really suit me, so I’ll return it to you, Sean. And this card... I have enough money."

Afraid he wouldn’t take it back, Thea Lynch hastily added, "Don’t worry, Sean, if I ever need it, I won’t hesitate to ask you. But for now, I indeed don’t need it. If I lose it here, it wouldn’t be good."

Seeing that Ian Preston didn’t plan to take it, Thea Lynch pouted slightly and just put it on the coffee table.

"I appreciate the gesture, Sean. Next time if there’s something I like, I’ll definitely tell you. This necklace is too flashy for me."

In fact, when she first saw this diamond necklace, she was stunned, but only for a moment.

She knew it wasn’t suitable for her even without trying it on.

She didn’t like wearing jewelry, always feeling it was a burden. And this style was only suitable for attending soirées, which she seldom attended throughout the year, and she always thought this necklace wouldn’t look good with any dress.

All in all, it just wasn’t suitable for her.

It seemed more fitting for Nina Sinclair...

She glanced at her watch, "Sean, I have to go back now. My cold hasn’t completely gone, and I need to rest early."

As she spoke, she stood up, picked up her bag, and signaled to the servant next to her to help move the flowers to the car.

Ian Preston looked up and watched her figure for a few seconds, without stopping her, but asking, "Where are you and Sean Bell going this weekend?"

He only knew the two had plans on the weekend. As for anything else, Sean Bell hadn’t mentioned it.

Upon hearing this, Thea Lynch hesitated, almost forgetting about it if Ian Preston hadn’t mentioned it.

Thinking that Ian Preston would also be there that night, Thea Lynch hesitated for a moment and didn’t tell the truth. "Just dinner, nowhere special."

Her clear eyes made it difficult for anyone to detect her lie.

Ian Preston stared into her eyes for a few seconds, his voice soft, "Is that so."

"Mhm." Thea Lynch nodded.

Her expression was natural, with no hint of guilt.

It should be enough to pass the deception.

Unfortunately, she forgot how well Ian Preston knew her...

——

"Sir, Miss Lynch has already left."

The servant watched Thea Lynch’s car leave the yard before returning.

"Mhm."

On the sofa, the man lowered his head and lit a cigarette. In an instant, his features were hidden in the smoke, and from a glance, it was impossible to discern the expression on his face.

"Sir, Miss Lynch seemed to really like the begonias in the backyard. Should we prepare the begonia from the greenhouse for her?"

"No need."

"Alright." The servant didn’t ask further, but just as he was about to leave, he heard his obscure command: "Call Sean Bell over."

The servant instinctively asked, "Now?"

Ian Preston lifted his gaze, giving him a cold look, and the other person immediately lowered his head, "Okay, I’ll make the call!"

Sean Bell received the call just as he was leaving the hospital.

Two days earlier, he had a checkup that revealed a few broken ribs and some bruises. Today he had come for a follow-up.

The issues weren’t major; he just needed to take care of himself.

Getting into the car, he saw the call from Ian Preston but hesitated for a moment before rejecting it.

At this time, nothing good could come from Ian Preston looking for him.

Within seconds, another call came through. He started the engine and concentrated on driving.

The phone rang over and over, persistently.

It was giving him a headache.

Sean Bell clicked his tongue in annoyance and pressed the receive button.

"What’s the matter?"

"Young Master Bell, Mr. Preston requests that you come to Oakhaven Bay now."

"..." Sean Bell frowned, "Now?"

He glanced at the time, "Is he calling me over for dinner?"

"If you haven’t had dinner yet, I’ll instruct the kitchen to start preparing now."

It’s no wonder Ian Preston’s staff are always so eloquent. Sean Bell chuckled lightly, recognizing that Ian Preston wasn’t inviting him for a meal.

"I’m currently busy; tell Sean I’ll come tomorrow."

"This... It might be better if you could come now, otherwise I’m afraid he might get angry."

With Ian Preston’s temper, even when he wasn’t angry, his face was cold. When he was, no one could handle it.

"What kind of mood is Sean in now?" Sean Bell shrewdly asked.

"Hard to say."

The servant’s response was ambiguous.

Sean Bell understood, "So, it’s not good then."

"Who has upset the master again?"

The servant chuckled dryly, not daring to reply.

Whenever Ian Preston smoked, it was usually due to troubling issues. This was known among those around him.

The servant stole a glance at the living room; the man still leaned back on the sofa, unmoving, yet emanating a significant sense of foreboding.

Observing the situation, if Sean Bell didn’t come tonight, the master would undeniably send someone to drag him over.

"Where are you now? Do you need us to come pick you up?"

Detecting the insistence on the other end, Sean Bell responded coldly, "No need, I’ll go myself."

With that, he hung up before they could reply and tossed his phone onto the passenger seat.

——

Sean Bell arrived at Oakhaven Bay an hour later.

The distance wasn’t far.

He should have arrived half an hour earlier.

He did it intentionally.

He threw the keys to the servant and walked in with a grin on his face, "Sean."

Before he finished speaking, something came hurling at his face. He didn’t see what it was but caught it effortlessly and tossed it to the servant next to him.

"What’s this for, Sean?"

Ian Preston squinted his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Did you crawl your way here?"

Sean Bell cheerfully settled into a single sofa, adjusting his glasses with a hand, "I came from the hospital, the road was a bit congested. Coronet at this time, Sean, you have to understand."

"Are you urgently looking for me so late because of something, or do you want your brother to have dinner with you?"

His nonchalant demeanor would make anyone frown.

"Are you taking Thea Lynch to a soirée this weekend?"

"Nope." Sean Bell was watertight, "We’re just having dinner."

The two hadn’t rehearsed, but their lies matched word for word.

This realization irked Ian Preston further; to him, the two seemed to have conspired beforehand.

Thinking of the numerous unknown secrets between them, it felt as if his heart was being pulled by a dull blade.

Others might be unaware, but he was long aware of it... Sean Bell’s feelings for Thea Lynch weren’t simple.