Delayed Passion: Miss Lynch's Unrequited Love-Chapter 91: The Last Meeting

Sean Bell deliberately dangled the bait, yet withdrew the net just as the fish were about to bite, "But there’s nothing I can truthfully say about this matter, I promised Thea Lynch I wouldn’t speak of it to outsiders."

When he said the word "outsiders", his tone was unintentionally or intentionally emphasized. It was as if he was avenging being blocked at the door by Ian Preston earlier.

That’s so Sean Bell.

He’s never one to wait for revenge; the saying "a gentleman’s revenge is never too late" is nonsense in his eyes. He always seeks revenge on the same day.

Adjusting his glasses, he put on an air of false righteousness: "After all, as you know, Third Brother, my credibility with Thea Lynch has always been low. There have been things I’ve wanted to say long before, but I simply can’t."

One must admit, Sean Bell knows how to annoy people. His remarks elevated himself while successfully igniting Ian Preston’s anger.

Most people would hesitate before speaking in front of Ian Preston, but Sean Bell was different.

He said whatever came to his mind.

Because no matter the consequences, he could bear them.

To put it bluntly, he relied on his father and mother knowing that even if Ian Preston got angry, at most, he’d only hit him a few times. Besides that, there was nothing else Ian could do.

He has his umbrella of protection and can act recklessly.

"You’ve said so much, what do you want?"

In the back seat, Ian Preston naturally crossed his long legs, leaning against the leather seat. At some point, he had removed the bracelet from his wrist and was playing with it in his hands. The beads of agarwood rotated lightly, slipping away from his thumb’s fingertip.

"Ha!" Upon hearing this, Sean Bell couldn’t help but laugh. He removed his glasses, "I’m not one to make trades."

"Clack."

Upon hearing the soft sound, Sean Bell squinted and looked to one side. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Ian Preston’s fingertip movements slowing, and two beads forcefully colliding. He knew things didn’t look good.

This scene usually indicated that Ian Preston’s patience was about to be exhausted.

If he persisted further, perhaps in the next second, the hand over the beads might make its way to his face.

Right now, it’s like a final warning, he can’t afford to be shameless.

From memory, the last time he saw Ian Preston make this motion, he got a severe beating soon after.

Of course, Ian Preston only swung once initially, which seemed not too bad.

But later, he dispatched bodyguards who truly weren’t courteous.

Even though it was his bodyguards striking, he couldn’t retaliate.

Attempting to fight back wouldn’t just mean getting beaten, it would solidly be a slap in Ian Preston’s face. If angered, not even his father could protect him.

So, over the years, whenever Ian Preston disciplined him, whether doing it himself or through someone else, he never resisted once.

Indeed, when one should cower, they must cower.

Usually causing havoc outside, but when returning home, he had to kneel.

Over time, he’s trained so well that upon erring, even without Ian Preston saying a word, he kneels beside him.

Could it be a conditioned reflex?

It’s laughable to say.

As time ticked away, Ian Preston’s patience was running thin.

"I haven’t yet decided what I want, perhaps Third Brother could give me Stratus?"

While he claimed he hadn’t decided, Ian Preston saw his eyes full of naked ambition.

From the beginning, his purpose in proposing this was for Stratus.

As for saying no trade, ha.

Ian Preston didn’t believe it at all.

Though Sean Bell’s thinking was hard to fathom, Ian Preston understood him fairly well, broadly guessing a direction.

Surely it was premeditated to bring it up.

Otherwise, relying on him to kindly open his mouth, how could it be possible?

Ian Preston’s hands continued their motion, deep-voiced, "Stratus belongs to Thea Lynch."

"Is that so?" Sean Bell shrugged, "Does Thea Lynch know about this?"

"She’ll find out sooner or later. You better stop thinking about Stratus."

"Ah, that’s a shame." Sean Bell sighed, "Then perhaps LX Capital? How about Third Brother letting me invest?"

Upon hearing this, Ian Preston sneered, turning slightly to glance at him while his hands ceased their movement.

"You’ve got quite the appetite."

Sean Bell also laughed, shrugging, seemingly indifferent: "Consider it as Third Brother praising me. With such a sacrifice, I ought to exchange it for something worthwhile."

"Alright." A dark glint flashed in Ian Preston’s eyes, "Anything else?"

He intended to see what Sean Bell was plotting. Ha, he must have the skill to ask but also to swallow it all down.

Sometimes, mere ambition is just a head offered on a platter.

This time, Sean Bell was genuinely a bit surprised. He had imagined Ian Preston agreeing, yet never thought Ian would be so straightforward.

Almost without hesitation.

Tsk, strangely, he didn’t feel happy.

Even though things had been moving in the direction he anticipated, he was still feeling uneasy.

Or perhaps, what he had imagined wasn’t what he truly wanted all along.

So then, what does he really want...

The darkness upon his spectacles deepened subtly, Sean Bell lowered his gaze to adjust his glasses, and when he lifted his head again, his face resumed its usual casual expression.

"That’s enough, ask for more and Third Brother should really beat me."

He didn’t push it, stopping when it was appropriate.

Since Ian Preston had already agreed, he had no retreat, carefully wording the gist of the past events to Ian Preston—

"That year, wasn’t Auntie asking you to return to Coronet to meet Nina Sinclair on a blind date? Later, you both fostered feelings. This news eventually reached Thea Lynch. That wasn’t the main issue; the crux was that Auntie and Nina Sinclair both went to Westmere to meet Thea Lynch."

Upon reaching this point, Sean Bell deliberately paused, his peripheral vision scanning Ian Preston’s hands intentionally or unintentionally.

The movements of Ian Preston’s hand had unknowingly ceased inside the car, the pressure was a bit low.

In Ian Preston’s view, Sean Bell’s words hold some discrepancies with reality. Back then, indeed he had been too busy for several days and couldn’t meet Thea Lynch daily. Admittedly, he had indeed been tricked back to Coronet by his mother under other pretexts, only discovering Nina Sinclair’s presence upon arrival.

However, what kept him in Coronet later had absolutely nothing to do with Nina Sinclair.

Initially, it was due to work; subsequently... it was because of Aaron Lynch.

At that time, the situation was urgent; he suddenly received a call saying Aaron was severely injured during a mission and had been transferred to Coronet’s Army Hospital for emergency treatment.

During that period, he, Second Brother, and Sean Bell were aware, the three of them took turns appearing at the hospital.

Even within the Lynch Family, it was only the Lynch Elder who knew this news.

Initially, the surgery seemed successful, they all breathed a sigh of relief. Just when they thought they could inform others, the bad news suddenly arrived.

That night, he hadn’t slept well for several days. He initially planned to grab a cake and head to Westmere to meet Thea Lynch, accompanying her as the clock struck midnight for her birthday, and to rest well.

But he hadn’t managed to leave the hospital yet, Aaron passed away.

Six hours before Thea Lynch’s birthday.

His departure was sudden, leaving no words behind.

Speaking of which, aside from the doctors and nurses present, he was the only one who witnessed Aaron’s departure with his own eyes.