Delayed Passion: Miss Lynch's Unrequited Love-Chapter 65: I’ll Go With You

Sean Bell is famously stubborn, just like Ian Preston, never backing down easily.

From this perspective, they seem like real brothers.

Even though Silas Cheney has offered a way out, he just won’t take it.

Growing up together as brothers, Silas mostly doesn’t see eye to eye with Sean Bell, but at times like these, he can’t help but feel for him.

"Hurry up, Thea Lynch will be here soon. Do you plan to kneel here forever? You’re not a kid anymore, what’s this supposed to look like?"

Upon hearing Thea Lynch’s name, Sean Bell’s expression slightly changed. He took off his glasses and tossed them onto the grass beside him. With no lenses to shield his eyes, the emotions in them became clear.

"How did she know?"

"Something this big, it’s already spread everywhere." Silas Cheney rolled his eyes at him, "These days, there’s no wall that doesn’t have ears."

Sean Bell clicked his tongue discontentedly, eventually resigning himself: "Bro, I messed up."

Ian Preston looked down at him, not allowing him to get up.

Silas Cheney coughed to the side, signaling Sean Bell to be more sincere.

"There won’t be a next time; I didn’t even do much to him this time. I just found the kid annoying, didn’t go overboard."

"..." Hearing this, Silas Cheney’s mouth twitched hard. Let alone Ian Preston, this bullshit talk wouldn’t pass even with him.

This wasn’t an apology; it was begging for a beating.

Ian Preston’s face darkened as expected, "What do you want then?"

"If I really wanted to mess with him, it wouldn’t have been such a light hit."

"Damn it, Sean Bell, go get your brain checked, will you? Is your life not a life? Other people’s lives aren’t lives? You’re really..." Silas Cheney, frustrated, rolled up his sleeves, turning to consult Ian Preston: "Third Brother, can I hit him?"

This time Ian Preston didn’t need to move; he couldn’t endure it any longer either.

He originally wanted to say a few good words for Sean Bell, but now it seemed needless effort; this person deserved a beating.

Sean Bell shot him a cold glance.

Silas Cheney also didn’t show him any pleasant expression.

A long time after, Ian Preston finally said, "Go apologize to the Rhodes Family tonight."

"..." Sean Bell frowned, somewhat dissatisfied: "I won’t go."

"I already compensated two million; forget about car repairs and medical expenses, it’s more than enough to buy half a life. Apologizing seems redundant, right?"

Upon hearing this, a slight tremor ran through Ian Preston’s chest, and suddenly he laughed.

"Have you forgotten what you do for a living?"

"In retrospect, are you even speaking human words?" With these words landing, the smile on Ian Preston’s face vanished, he lifted his leg and kicked Sean Bell’s shoulder.

The move was so fast that neither Silas Cheney nor Sean Bell could react.

The force of his kick wasn’t light, Sean Bell couldn’t hold up and fell directly to the ground. His already painful shoulder blade was now throbbing even more intensely.

Ian Preston looked down from above: "I don’t want to hear another word of nonsense from you, go apologize in person tonight."

After he left, Silas Cheney frowned and helped Sean Bell up, accidentally touching Sean Bell’s shoulder, causing his face to turn pale with pain.

Silas Cheney cursed that he deserved it, avoided the injury and helped him stand up, "Where else are you hurt? I’ll call someone to send you to the hospital."

"I’m not dying yet." Sean Bell brushed off his hand, walked back into the room himself to change clothes.

Watching his back, Silas Cheney couldn’t help but sigh: "Such a stubborn mule."

——

When Thea Lynch returned, she didn’t see Ian Preston.

Only Silas Cheney and Sean Bell were sitting in the Bell Family living room.

They both looked up at the door, Thea Lynch’s gaze wandering over Sean Bell, "You’re really not hurt?"

He looked pale, but at least there were no visible injuries on his face.

"No." Sean Bell leaned lazily against the sofa, still remembering to smile at her: "Your information sure is timely."

Thea Lynch stepped forward, without a word, grabbed the pillow beside her and threw it at him. Much like Silas Cheney’s reaction, she spat out some curses without hesitation.

She’s not someone to curse even when angry, but now, she couldn’t hold it back, nor did she want to.

She nearly used all the words she knew on Sean Bell.

If there’s someone she couldn’t understand in her life, it must be Sean Bell, this scoundrel. Even Ian Preston came after him.

At least Ian Preston still acts rationally, while Sean Bell, straightforwardly, blunders.

It puzzled her how such a person could become a lawyer? Does he have any morals or a bottom line?

"That’s enough, isn’t it?" Sean Bell let her curse a few times without getting angry. "Are you here to check on me or on that Rhodes boy?"

At this, Thea Lynch ignored him and looked directly at Silas Cheney opposite, "Norbert Rhodes over there really isn’t a big deal, right?"

Silas Cheney gave her a reassuring look, "Rest assured, I personally checked, really nothing major, just two months to recover. He was in bad luck; initially, it shouldn’t have hurt him. Later, he injured himself crashing into a guardrail trying to avoid the situation."

Thea Lynch: "..."

After confirming several times, Thea Lynch finally asked about the reason.

Sean Bell: "Coincidence. How would I know it was him? I also thought it was unlucky."

"Coronet is so large, yet you managed to hit him? Do you think I’m easily fooled?"

He’s not someone to be easily manipulated, not even by Thea Lynch.

Sean Bell also smiled, "I said it was coincidence, you all don’t believe. So what do you want to hear? That I did it intentionally?"

"Then what’s the reason?"

"You’ve predetermined my guilt, so why let me explain? Isn’t this quite contradictory?"

His explanation could only deceive outsiders; in front of Thea Lynch and Silas Cheney, it had no effect.

In fact, they both understood the reason.

Especially Thea Lynch.

At the same time, Thea Lynch had the hardest time understanding.

"Norbert Rhodes doesn’t seem to have done anything to me; do you have some misunderstanding with him?"

"Norbert Rhodes really came looking for you last night?" Silas Cheney posed the question.

"Yes." Thea Lynch responded, her cold aggravating her, her speech nasal with some muffled words, "His mother wanted him to deliver some things to my aunt. But he couldn’t enter the courtyard, so sought me to pass them on."

It sounded quite normal, and Thea Lynch didn’t need to lie about such matters. So the question remained, what was Sean Bell’s motive?

Norbert Rhodes the kid remains honest, notoriously timid and easy to bully within the circle. It’s impossible for him to act out of line towards Thea Lynch. Let alone Norbert Rhodes, among those from the Coronet Circle, hearing Thea Lynch’s name, who wouldn’t curry favor, who dares move against her?

Unless it’s Sean Bell, this extremely abnormal weirdo.

Sean Bell merely smiled wordlessly, but his eyes held something deeply meaningful as he watched her.

Thea Lynch knew she wouldn’t get an answer, temporarily giving up, echoing Ian Preston’s words: "Since you’re okay, go apologize to them in person later. I’ll go with you."