Chapter 155: Chapter 155: Made Him Have an Allergic Reaction
As for the other clothes, the sizes were accurate enough; but how did Ian Preston know about the size of this intimate clothing...
Thea Lynch blushed at the thought.
Fortunately, these styles weren’t overly revealing. Otherwise, she really wouldn’t know how to face Ian Preston tomorrow.
Ian Preston was probably washing up, and after a while, he replied: "Guessed."
Thea Lynch: "..."
With her other clothes, one could basically tell her size at a glance, no need for deliberate research.
So Ian Preston knew exactly what she was asking, and he answered the question she really wanted to ask.
The fact is, that’s how it was. He just guessed.
The butler asked him for an approximate size.
He thought for a moment before giving the size.
Then he added another line:
"Not sure what size you wear, so I prepared a few; there should be one that fits."
Thea Lynch had a great figure, curvy and well-proportioned. So his guess was probably accurate, but thinking she cared about face, he had the butler prepare two extra sizes.
On another note, Thea Lynch rummaged through the wardrobe, and indeed it was so. She finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After her shower, Thea Lynch lay on Ian Preston’s bed, wide awake.
Just like Ian Preston said, his mattress was very comfortable.
It was a lot like the one she used in her apartment.
No wonder he said she could get a good night’s sleep.
But still, thinking that it was his bed, she really couldn’t sleep.
Although it had been days since he’d been back, the bedroom still carried his scent. Thea Lynch tossed and turned on the bed, quickly finding the source of the smell.
The servant had lit some incense.
She wanted to get off the bed to snuff it out but hesitated as she got up, seemingly thinking of something, and stopped.
——
The next morning, when Thea Lynch woke up, she felt a bit confused. It took her a while to remember what time she fell asleep.
After getting accustomed to his scent, it wasn’t as difficult to fall asleep as she’d imagined.
By the time she came downstairs, Ian Preston was already in the living room.
Hearing the sound, Ian Preston looked up towards the elevator entrance, "Morning."
Thea Lynch paused slightly in her action of tying her hair, then walked over to him, "Morning."
"Aren’t you adjusting to the time difference, Third Brother?"
"No need." Ian Preston’s gaze lingered on her, noting she looked well, and asked, "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes."
Thea Lynch nodded, last night was the most restful night she’d had in a week.
"Let’s go eat, I’ll give you a ride to the company in a bit."
Thea Lynch hesitated and didn’t move. Seeing this, Ian Preston paused and looked down at her.
She knew Ian Preston was waiting for her to speak.
Ian Preston was giving her time to phrase her words.
After a moment of mutual understanding and silence, Thea finally said, "I want to go home and have a look."
Go home.
Hearing this word, Ian Preston paused. If she meant the courtyard or the apartment she currently lived alone in, she wouldn’t have hesitated so long before speaking up.
So, this home mustn’t be either of those places.
Which leaves only the house next door.
"Now?"
"Yes." After staring at him for a few seconds, Thea only gently nodded, seeking his opinion: "Is it okay?"
"Why wouldn’t it be okay." Ian Preston smiled. "You don’t need anyone’s permission to go back to your own home."
Ian Preston certainly knew what she was thinking, but didn’t give her a chance to speak, gesturing her, "Come on, let’s eat first."
"After eating, I’ll accompany you back to have a look."
Upon receiving his response, Thea’s expression relaxed.
While eating, she found Diana Dawson in the group chat, telling her she would be arriving at the company later that morning.
"Third Brother, I’m done eating."
She clearly wanted to head out as soon as possible.
"Finish your porridge." Ian Preston personally served her some porridge.
Thea was picky, but she didn’t like porridge with extras, preferring plain porridge instead.
Their eldest brother used to say that Thea Lynch’s eating habits were rather strange, with no traceable pattern, leaving one perplexed.
Sometimes she’d love a certain ingredient in one dish, but have total disdain for it in another, even finding it nauseating.
Eldest brother previously mentioned that there weren’t many people who could tolerate dining with Thea at the same table, indicating it had to be a life-and-death bond.
He used to urge Thea to get rid of these bad habits, to not be so picky.
But later he slowly gave up, advising Thea to find a boyfriend who wasn’t picky about food, so he could accommodate her in everything.
Thea eyed the porridge in her bowl, slightly troubled, "It’s too much, I can’t finish it."
"Then drink half. You barely ate anything."
So Thea had to pick up her spoon.
She really only drank half before gently pushing the bowl away.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to drink it, she just couldn’t.
In the morning, she didn’t eat much, sometimes not at all. It’s only in the evening when her appetite picks up.
"You served too much." Glancing at the remaining porridge in the bowl, Thea didn’t really want to waste food, hesitated, but still picked up the spoon again.
Ian Preston tapped the table, "Don’t drink it, give it to me."
"..."
Thea paused, and understanding his meaning, she didn’t move: "Let’s not."
She felt a bit embarrassed.
Ian Preston didn’t react too specially, lifting his gaze to glance at her, speaking in a calm tone: "It’s not the first time I’ve helped finish your leftovers."
"..." Thea choked on her breath.
This was indeed true.
The rule in the courtyard was no wasting food, everything had to be finished.
Sometimes she couldn’t finish her snacks or dinner and, fearing to be scolded by her brother, it was Ian Preston who helped her finish.
Initially, it was fine as no one noticed. Then once, she left a piece of cake for Ian Preston, who later got an allergic reaction; only then did she know the filling inside was mango.
After that, her brother lectured her for a long time, making her write a self-criticism.
"I won’t write it. It’s not my fault... How was I to know there was mango in the cake, uncle brought it for me."
Unfortunately, her brother didn’t listen to any of this.
"After writing, go apologize to Ian Preston."
"... No."
"Thea!"
"... Got it."
She didn’t even know how long she wrote that self-criticism for, but she fell asleep in the courtyard halfway. When she woke up, her second brother was sitting across at the stone table, and the self-criticism on the table was completed.
She thought she had finished it in a dream. But she wasn’t stupid; she remembered stopping at the bottom of the first page.
Yet the handwriting on the next page indeed looked like hers.
She glanced at her second brother opposite, only assuming he secretly helped her write it.
Then, with her second brother, she went to see Ian Preston.
Ian Preston was almost recovered, though the marks hadn’t faded. She felt a bit guilty, afraid he’d be angry, and only dared to apologize softly while hiding behind her second brother.
Later on, she learned that Ian Preston had written that self-criticism for her when he came to find her.
Since then, she didn’t dare let Ian Preston eat her leftovers.
——
After eating, Thea followed Ian Preston on foot to the house next door. Though it was called next door, it still took about four or five minutes to get there.
