Ian Preston didn’t expect this matter to be related to him.
The culprit turned out to be himself.
He asked Thea Lynch, but she remained silent, her shoulders trembling. He could feel her coat was soaked at the front.
Ian Preston stopped asking questions, holding her and gently stroking her back, letting her vent her emotions.
After an unknown amount of ti, Thea Lynch finally cald down a little.
Seeing this, Ian Preston silently breathed a sigh of relief.
In other situations, he could find a way to resolve them.
But when Thea cried, he didn’t know what to do.
Comforting wasn’t right, not comforting wasn’t right either.
Because Thea was never the kind of girl who liked to cry.
Partly because she had little to cry about, and partly because Aaron Lynch had always set strict rules for her. Whenever Aaron said not to cry, she could usually control herself imdiately.
Occasionally, she would continue to cry, but it was always Julian Zimrman and the others comforting her.
When he was young, he thought Julian was like Thea’s emotional switch. Others couldn’t handle her, but only Julian could.
He didn’t have much "practical experience," just knew that when she cried, she liked to cling to Julian. Now facing this situation, he was at a loss and could only do the sa.
Ten minutes later, Ian brought her to the upstairs lounge.
When he returned, the eting had already ended.
The assistant was about to say sothing to him, but upon seeing Thea’s unusual state, chose to remain silent and brought a cup of warm water over.
On the sofa, Thea held the cup, delaying her speech.
Not because she hadn’t recovered from the sadness, but because she had, and was now clear-headed, unsure of how to face the current situation!
Her mind automatically replayed the previous scene, and she could only think of two words — embarrassing.
When had she ever exposed herself in public like this?
Luckily, not many saw it; if there had been more people, she wouldn’t have been able to face anyone afterward.
Earlier, she thought her emotions were stable, but now it seems that’s not entirely the case.
"Feeling better?" Ian Preston sat beside her, his gaze moving away from the redness in her eyes.
Thea quietly nodded, pretending calm and took a sip of water.
Just a small incident, no need to panic.
It’s only crying; who hasn’t cried once in their life?
What’s the big deal.
Thea desperately gave herself ntal cues.
"Why didn’t you answer his call?"
Hearing this, Ian looked at the assistant across from him. The assistant hurriedly checked his phone, "Sorry, Miss Lynch. Mr. Preston’s phone was with , and it was on silent mode because of the eting."
"Yours is silent too?" asked Thea.
Upon hearing her question, the assistant looked at his phone again, finding a string of missed calls.
The assistant’s temples throbbed, facing two intense gazes, and helplessly nodded.
"... Sorry."
"It’s okay." Thea casually said, not accusingly. "It’s normal to have phones on silent during etings."
The main thing is she didn’t know they were in a eting.
Ian seed to have found the source of the problem and asked softly, "Did you cry because of this?"
Thea’s lips tugged slightly, "Not entirely."
The word "also" there is quite significant.
Considering today’s weather, he sowhat understood.
The hand resting on his knee was suddenly held, and Thea paused, lowering her head to look.
Ian’s fingers forcibly interlocked with hers, "So all flights are grounded, I’m alright."
"I know..." Thea had asked her uncle, "It’s just that none of you answered the phone."
She witnessed the unpredictability of accidents, thus couldn’t help overthinking.
Her hands were still cold; Ian gripped her hands tightly, "Next ti it won’t happen."
Now he understood why she cried so fiercely.
When she learned Aaron Lynch had left back then, she was like that.
Silent tears until she lost her voice and fainted.
Ian instantly grasped her feelings.
If it were soone else, he might have comforted them, saying accidents aren’t easy to happen.
But here with Thea, he couldn’t say those words.
Thea opened her mouth, unsure what to say.
The grip on her hand suddenly loosened, confused, she looked up to see the figure beside her slowly standing.
Thea stared at him, her teary eyes slightly shaking with his movent.
He ca to her front.
"What are you doing?" Thea instinctively leaned back.
Ian knelt on one knee before her, opened his arms under her shocked gaze, "Can I hold you again?"
Thea: "..."
Her expression remained unchanged, but upon closer inspection, she held the water cup tightly, so water spilled onto the back of her hand, silently sliding into her sleeve and leaving a water stain.
Her gaze caught the dark spot on his coat’s front; Thea looked away, "I’m fine now, no need to hug."
She just felt a little embarrassed now; the sadness she had felt vanished upon seeing him.
Ian chuckled softly, "You’re fine, but you should comfort ."
Thea instinctively turned her head, glaring at him.
"I’m the one who got scared, right?"
"Yes." Ian nodded in agreent, "But you’ve cald down, I haven’t."
"What’s there to scare you?"
"Who was calling over the intercom? Who said they’d never see again after ten minutes; whose heartless words were those?"
"..."
Thea was speechless; aware of her fault, she didn’t argue.
"How can you say sothing like that." The man sighed softly, seeming disappointed.
Originally, she didn’t want to explain, but given his reaction, Thea had to open her mouth: "I didn’t an anything by it, I couldn’t find you, so I wanted you to co to ."
"As for the ten-minute phrase..."
Ian maintained eye contact: "Hmm?"
He was waiting for her to continue. Thea pursed her lips slightly, finally saying aloud: "I just wanted to see you quickly."
"This is what you wanted to hear."
Annoying.
As the words fell, the man warmly embraced her, "This is the one."
"Next ti, I won’t let you look for again, Thea darling."
Suppressing the sourness swelling in her heart, Thea coldly said, "Third brother talks sweetly."
"From now on, wherever I go, whatever I do, I’ll tell you imdiately. I’ll send my location too, so you won’t lose again."
Thea found it odd, not responding: "... Just keep your phone on, no need to report to in such detail."
"It’s not reporting, it’s sharing."
"According to your words, we’ll end up together. So that being the case, you can fully exercise the rights of a girlfriend in advance."
"Including knowing all my itineraries, and making any requests, just like you did over the intercom."
"That’s too much." Thea wasn’t ready for that.
Ian smiled, "I even hope you’d be a bit more ’excessive’."
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