Next, Thea Lynch sensed her body being lifted, as if soone had picked her up.
Rustling sounds ca from her ears, as if soone was approaching and then leaving.
Thea Lynch paused for two seconds, and her consciousness gradually cleared.
When she opened her eyes, what ca into view was the dark fabric of a suit. A familiar scent lingered at the tip of her nose, like the incense burning in a temple after rain, growing stronger in the sealed elevator environnt.
"Awake."
As soon as the man’s voice sounded, Thea Lynch’s eyelashes fluttered.
She didn’t lift her head, continuing to pretend to sleep in his embrace. The elevator continued ascending, reaching the top floor.
Ian Preston carried her out.
The last ti Thea Lynch was here, she only wandered around his backyard and basent. She hadn’t dared to co to such a private space on the top floor.
The butler had introduced it as Ian Preston’s bedroom.
Realizing sothing, Thea Lynch didn’t dare to pretend to sleep anymore and tried to leap from his arms, "I can walk myself."
She certainly knew Ian Preston wouldn’t do anything to her.
But carrying her into his bedroom, the scene looked peculiar no matter how you viewed it.
In the end, it’s a guilty conscience.
Ian Preston remained unmoved, his arms tightening subtly around her, "Don’t move, we’re almost there."
He didn’t place her on the bed but on the sofa in the bedroom.
He knew everything, carefully tending to her twisted little thoughts.
Thea Lynch quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking around, she confird that this was indeed his bedroom.
"You rest first." Ian Preston didn’t plan to talk to her now. He had intended to just bring her up and leave, but hadn’t expected her to wake up.
"..."
After he put her through this, she couldn’t fall asleep now.
"Why did third brother co back early, did sothing happen at work?" she asked.
"How about fourth brother?"
"Silas Cheney touches down the day after tomorrow."
"Oh." Thea Lynch looked up at him, waiting for his answer to her previous question.
Thea Lynch’s eyes were very bright, and as she looked up, her dark eyes were tightly fixed on him, full of him.
Ian Preston felt a flutter in his heart, but on the surface, he replied calmly, "It’s not work-related. Ca back to see a certain heartless little person."
"..." Thea Lynch awkwardly scratched her nose; of course, she knew who he was referring to. "How am I heartless? It’s third brother who caused a lot of trouble again."
She said, "I haven’t even settled the score with you yet."
"These days while I’ve been on a business trip, did you initiate contact with ?"
Thea Lynch felt he was being unreasonable, recounting it to him: "Of course I did, didn’t I call you from the yard last ti?"
"And what was the reason for that call, do you need to remind you?"
Oh right. Last ti it was about Silas Cheney’s matter.
Thea Lynch thought for a mont, from his departure to his return, they hadn’t really had much contact.
They had exchanged a few words on WeChat, but it was always he who initiated.
She hadn’t reached out to him.
"I’ve been busy with work." She ca up with an excuse.
Ian Preston nodded, going along with her words: "Yeah, I’m not busy."
Thea Lynch was speechless.
His words carried a bit of sarcasm, and she understood the implied aning.
Comparatively, in terms of being busy with work, naturally, she couldn’t be busier than Ian Preston. He had ti to contact her; why didn’t she have ti to reach out to him?
Ian Preston didn’t expect her to respond, "In the walk-in closet there are clothes to change into, wash up and go to sleep early."
Finally, he didn’t forget to add, "I’m next door."
"I think I’ll stay in the guest room." Thea Lynch got up.
"The bed there isn’t as comfortable; you’ll get a good night’s sleep."
Actually, there isn’t really a guest room here; no one normally visits or stays over. The guest room next door was prepared today.
The room is small, and the bed was newly moved in.
He had the mattress custom-made to match the one in his room, but due to ti constraints, it would be delivered tomorrow.
Thea Lynch was stunned.
He actually rembered her insomnia and high standards for bedding, and her difficulty in falling asleep in a new environnt.
When Ian Preston left, he closed the door for her.
Thea Lynch snapped back to reality and got up to go to the walk-in closet to fetch clothes. She had just made a move when there was noise at the door, and it opened once more.
She looked over in confusion, seeing the recently disappeared figure reappear in her view.
Thea Lynch tilted her head, puzzled, "Hmm?"
"Good night."
"... Oh, good night."
Ian Preston laughed, "If I didn’t initiate it, wouldn’t you even want to say good night to ?"
No one knew the distance he covered slowly from the sofa to the door, hoping she would stop him.
Unfortunately, she didn’t.
He stood at the door for a few seconds but didn’t hear anything inside. In the end, unable to resist, he ca back in and shalessly asked for this acknowledgnt.
Thea Lynch felt a bit embarrassed, "No, I just forgot."
This was not an excuse; she really hadn’t thought of it.
Hesitating for a mont, she stepped forward to the door, "Then..."
Ian Preston didn’t know what she wanted to do, his gaze following her movents. Then he saw her standing in front of him, slowly raising her hand, asking tentatively, "Hug?"
The light in his eyes fractured at this mont, Ian Preston lowered his gaze, staring at her expressionlessly.
Seeing him unmoving, Thea Lynch felt even more awkward and wanted to withdraw her hand.
Just as she quickly made a move, the figure opposite her suddenly leaned in, bringing a gust of wind, and embraced her faster than she could act.
Thea Lynch fell into his embrace, instinctively holding onto his arm.
In the next second, the hot breath beating against her ear was incessantly loud; she could hear a disordered breathing that didn’t belong to her.
Heart racing, ears roaring.
She thought it was hers, but gradually realized it seed not to be.
As she rested in Ian Preston’s arms, it was his heartbeat.
Wait, she seed to have discovered sothing significant.
The man’s face remained calm, akin to a winter lake, motionless and silent.
But indeed, he was losing control as well.
No matter how restrained and controlled, when he embraced her, his heartbeat and breath were chaotic.
And more exaggerated than hers.
Thea Lynch exhaled deeply, suddenly feeling a sense of fulfillnt.
Initially, she thought she was the passive participant in this ga, the one who would eventually exit in disgrace.
But now she realized there had always been only one winner in this ga.
It had never changed – it was her.
In this ga, Ian Preston had never been calm.
——
Before going into the walk-in closet, Thea Lynch thought there might be an unused new robe from Ian Preston that she could borrow to wear. Instead, she saw an entire wall of won’s clothes.
From nightgowns and sleepwear to two-piece pajamas, dresses, professional attire, and even undergarnts were prepared.
All new.
Even on one side, there were so accessories placed.
All neatly hung opposite Ian Preston’s suit wall...
As if she had long been living here.
After a rough glance, they were indeed all her size.
How did he know!
Thea Lynch couldn’t help but send Ian Preston a ssage, hinting, "When did you prepare the clothes?"
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