"Isn’t this not so good?" The little girl’s hair in his hand, she had no way to turn her head to see his expression.
He didn’t speak, so she kept asking.
His mind was entirely on her braid, he couldn’t tie it right no matter how he tried, and after a while he finally answered, "When we go back, I’ll talk to Big Brother. If he asks, just don’t answer."
Honestly, whoever says it, for whatever reason, it won’t do any good.
Big Brother knows it like the back of his hand, he knows it’s her intention.
"Alright then, thank you, Third Brother."
"Are you done yet?"
She uncomfortably shifted her hair, probably because he accidentally pulled it.
That day he had no choice, he ended up giving her two uneven pigtails. Fortunately, she didn’t see them herself at the ti, or she’d probably rip off the hair accessories and throw them in his face.
Since then, he started intentionally or unintentionally learning how to braid her hair.
But over the years, it hasn’t been useful again.
That day, after they went back ho, she was still scolded by Big Brother and sent to the yard for punishnt. Later, Second Brother ca, and she cried and snuggled into his arms, acting spoiled, asking him to speak on her behalf.
Second Brother is famously an appeaser, generally, once he steps in, Big Brother wouldn’t continue her punishnt.
Thinking carefully, it seed like only when Second Brother wasn’t around, she’d co to find him.
——
"Thea Lynch."
"Hmm?"
He suddenly spoke, and Thea Lynch thought he was about to talk about today’s issues, she was just about to take off her gloves and sit up straight, when she heard the man ask, "You really like Second Brother, don’t you?"
"..."
Thea Lynch’s hand paused, her expression montarily confused. She looked up, "Why are you suddenly asking about this?"
She could tell the "like" Ian Preston referred to wasn’t simply liking.
"Second Brother is great."
Her answer was ambiguous.
She thought he would ask further, but unexpectedly, Ian Preston just stared at her for a few seconds and then smiled, "Yeah."
"???
What was "yeah"?
And why is he smiling...?
It looked a bit creepy for so reason.
Thea Lynch hesitated and asked proactively, "What exactly does Third Brother want to say?"
"Nothing."
"..." This feeling of being held in suspense was truly unpleasant.
Thea Lynch paused, lowered her head and continued eating.
She always ate slowly, when they were little and went out to eat. The boys would eat quickly, and after finishing, they’d rush to play ball. But because of her, each ti they had to specifically leave so ti to wait for her.
Fortunately, in those years, no one felt impatient, no one hurried her.
Every ti she was focused on eating, they would start chatting, giving her ti to eat properly.
By the ti she finished eating, half an hour had passed.
She had already eaten dinner at the company, so she didn’t eat much.
She got up to clean the table, but Ian Preston gestured to her, "Soone will clean up later, co over."
"..."
Thea Lynch took her phone and sat opposite him, seeing the empty table, she pretended to be polite, "There’s tea in my drawer, does Third Brother want so?"
"No need."
Thea Lynch smiled, "That’s perfect, I don’t want to move either."
"Drink less of those in the evening." He reminded.
"Got it."
Thea Lynch plugged in her phone that she had turned off in the elevator earlier and checked the call log, "Did Third Brother call ?"
She was just playacting, completely dismissive.
With a you-can-believe-it-or-not attitude, as if saying I’ve given you an explanation, you better show so respect and don’t put on the spot.
"Yeah." Ian Preston didn’t look for trouble himself, asking why she didn’t answer, and directly ignored it, asking an unexpected question for Thea Lynch: "Was today okay?"
She raised an eyebrow, "Which aspect does Third Brother an?"
"Mood."
She nodded, "Not bad, the food Oakhaven Bay sent today was pretty tasty."
Eating well naturally put her in a good mood.
Since she ntioned it last ti, Ian Preston really had three als a day delivered to the company on ti.
She was picky with food, but he managed to never repeat the als every day.
Quite surprising.
If this were a restaurant, Thea Lynch would definitely leave a good review and maybe send a tip.
"That’s good."
"..."
Thea Lynch waited again, realizing he seed to have really finished talking, without any other intentions.
She couldn’t help but feel confused.
"That’s it?"
"That’s it."
After a pause, Ian Preston chuckled, "Or do you have sothing you want to say?"
Thea Lynch was tired, decided not to speak in circles with him: "I t Aunt Rong and Second Aunt today."
"I know."
As expected.
Thea Lynch leaned back, mimicking his boss-like posture, "Wasn’t Third Brother here for this matter? I said quite a few harsh words at the ti. Does Third Brother want to hear the live version?"
"If you’re still upset, I can listen to the live version." Ian Preston showed no sign of anger, but more of indulgence.
"Aunt Rong seed quite upset. I thought Third Brother was here to reprimand ." Thea Lynch looked at him, her eyes clear and sharp.
Ian Preston asked, "What did you do wrong?"
Thea Lynch: "..."
He seed determined to uphold the saying "support justice, not kinship," "Next ti she cos looking for you, don’t et. Call , I’ll handle it."
"You don’t need any concerns, you don’t need to cater to her."
"Is it really okay for Third Brother to say this?" Thea Lynch saw for the first ti soone turning against their own family.
"My mother indeed has many issues, accommodating her would only compromise yourself." Ian Preston shook his head lightly, "Thea Lynch, there’s no need for that."
"With anyone, you don’t need to compromise yourself."
In this generation of The Lynch Family, she’s the only little girl. She is the future of The Lynch Family, a treasure that the elders want to hold dearly.
No matter where she is, she can do as she pleases, she doesn’t need to live looking at anyone’s face.
He knew Thea Lynch’s temperant, could guess that the harsh words she claid weren’t actually that harsh. After all, they were elders, she’d naturally show so restraint.
Growing up, she’d never curse or say anything truly harsh.
The doorbell rang abruptly, causing Thea Lynch’s shoulders to twitch, as she looked toward the door.
"Your assistant?" She looked at Ian Preston.
No one usually cos here, since she moved in till now, the outsiders who’ve visited can be counted on one hand.
Moreover, at this ti...
Ian Preston frowned and took out his phone from his pocket to check the ssages, his phone was always on silent, he hadn’t noticed the call that ca in earlier.
A minute ago, it showed a ssage from the executive assistant: "Mr. Preston, Young Master White is here."
Looking toward the door again, Ian Preston’s gaze turned slightly cold.
Thea Lynch got up to open the door, "Third Brother, is your assistant here to rush you, otherwise you..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the hand she placed on the door handle was suddenly pressed down from behind.
His aura intensely invaded, tightly enclosing her seamlessly.
Ian Preston: "Don’t open it."
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