Chapter 177: Chapter 178: She’ll Want to Settle Things with Me
In the evening, the whole Stratus team came to the hospital to visit Thea Lynch.
"Did you guys bring me here yesterday?"
Thea Lynch only vaguely remembered bits about last night.
It was probably Diana Dawson and Melody.
She remembered Diana Dawson carrying her to the door.
This young lady is tall and thin, usually seems quite frail, but she stepped up when it mattered.
"Also Foreman Leigh and Foreman Warren!" Melody said, "We two were afraid it wasn’t safe."
Thea Lynch thanked Foreman Leigh, then looked at Foreman Warren at the back of the crowd. He was caught off guard, meeting her gaze as if shocked, and quickly looked away.
Foreman Leigh quietly disclosed to her, "Old Warren found out about your contract with Wynne, he’s been awkward all day not knowing how to face you. Just ignore him."
Thea Lynch smiled and then looked at Melody and Diana Dawson.
"Thanks for last night."
"No, no." Melody nudged the silent Diana Dawson beside her, "I went to bed early last night, it was Diana who actually took care of you. I didn’t do much."
Thea Lynch thanked each of them.
She looked at Diana Dawson, "You didn’t sleep well last night, should I give you a day off?"
"No, no." Diana Dawson quickly waved her hand.
"Foreman Leigh let me catch up on sleep during the day, I’m refreshed now, no need for rest!"
Thea Lynch didn’t insist, "I’ll treat you to a meal next time."
"I don’t have much going on here, normal work resumes tomorrow. No need for everyone to worry." Glancing at those present, she continued, "Regarding the Wynne contract, Melody will follow up, it’s in your hands."
"Huh?" It felt like a pie just fell from the sky, Melody was still a bit dazed, "For me?"
Thea Lynch smiled, "You don’t want it?"
"Um." Melody didn’t discuss whether she wanted it, just expressed her true thoughts, "I think it was a deal Lynch negotiated, and you got hurt over it, so just keep it."
"I merely reached a preliminary consensus with Wynne, it’s not even a formal contract. As for what follows, it still depends on you to push it forward. You’re the professional in this area."
"This time was just a coincidence. A big catch like this, wouldn’t make sense to not reel it in when it fell in our lap. Plus, it’s out of my field, giving it to you makes perfect sense."
"You’ll need to work with Foreman Warren next, if you can build on my foundation depends on your skills."
"Okay, I’ll go prepare the documents right away!" Melody immediately agreed.
The minute Thea Lynch said that, it officially became Melody’s task, and she had no reason to refuse.
This task would allow Melody to firmly establish herself at Stratus.
Thea Lynch, in a way, was doing her a favor, not because she had to help Melody, but because she had reason to ease some of Silas Cheney’s burdens.
Ian Preston returned and frowned seeing the crowd in the hospital room.
The VIP room was spacious originally; now, with over a dozen people standing here, they tightly encircled the hospital bed like an impenetrable wall.
Hearing the commotion at the door, Foreman Warren casually glanced back.
He thought it might be a nurse, but to his surprise, it was Ian Preston.
He couldn’t help but be startled by the sight.
Foreman Warren instinctively straightened up, "Mr. Preston, hello, hello."
Ian Preston’s gaze lingered on his face for a few seconds, he nodded slightly, still giving him some face.
Foreman Warren breathed a sigh of relief, but knew Ian Preston acknowledged him because he guarded outside the hospital room all night.
They met just this morning, Ian Preston certainly remembered him.
From Foreman Warren’s greeting, others turned around. Many of them were seeing Ian Preston for the first time, their expressions were all more or less shocked.
Only Melody and Foreman Leigh remained calm.
Thea Lynch glanced at the item in his hand, "Where did you go?"
"My uncle had someone bring porridge, I went out to get it." His assistant had left for the branch company at noon to give them space and wasn’t back yet.
So Ian had to fetch it himself.
For anyone else, it might be awkward at such a time. But not for Ian Preston; he casually walked to the hospital bed, with others giving way automatically.
He set up the small tray table, opening each packed porridge container, "Uncle said they made three kinds, try them all."
"Oh." Thea Lynch took the spoon he handed over.
Ian Preston did not withdraw his hand, instead, helped her roll up her obstructive sleeve.
While lowering her head, her long hair would slip over her shoulder, brushing her cheek, tickling her and interfering with eating.
She reached out to grab it, but Ian Preston was faster: "Don’t move, I’ll tie it for you."
He said, so she left it alone.
Their interaction was so natural, not at all forced, like other couples who’ve been together for years, at ease with each other. Willing to easily lower their guard for each other.
But the problem is, these two were not in a relationship.
The onlookers found their curiosity piqued, the simplest interaction seemed surrounded by pink bubbles.
Just as Thea Lynch was about to eat, she couldn’t ignore the intensity of the gazes surrounding her.
She just realized everyone was still there.
She looked up a little awkwardly, glancing at them. They quickly shifted their gaze as she looked up, all acting as if they hadn’t seen anything.
So pretentious.
Thea Lynch lightly cleared her throat, setting down the spoon, "Everyone’s worked hard, there’s a pretty good restaurant nearby, I’ll treat you all for a meal."
As she spoke, she patted herself, realizing she was in a hospital gown.
Pausing, she lifted her head to find Ian Preston. Knowing what she meant, he pulled a card from his pocket and handed it to her.
Thea Lynch handed the card to Foreman Leigh, "I’m not very mobile now, I’ll have to trouble you to take everyone. It’s a musical restaurant, good atmosphere, have a great evening."
Seeing the black card, Foreman Leigh waved his hand, "No worries, I’ll treat you instead."
Thea Lynch helplessly smiled, pushing the card forward, "Foreman Leigh, I’m still ill and really can’t argue with you. Use this card for all tonight’s expenses, everyone have fun."
"Even if you don’t do it for me." Thea Lynch gestured to someone standing behind her, "Please give Mr. Preston a little face, alright?"
Throwing Ian Preston’s name out there suddenly, Foreman Leigh had no reason to refuse, feeling flattered as he accepted the card.
Being familiar with Thea Lynch, he could argue a little, but not knowing Ian Preston well, he dared not haggle with him.
Foreman Leigh glanced at Ian Preston, "Then thank you, Mr. Preston."
"She’s treating you, has nothing to do with me." Ian Preston smiled, joking, "Luckily you accepted, saved me from embarrassment."
"Otherwise, if you kept refusing, she’d settle scores with me after you all left."
"Actually, I should be the one thanking you."
