The old Mr. Bell was genuinely carried away, getting more and more enthusiastic, so eager to settle the wedding date with the old Mr. Preston right there and then.
"Old Preston, say something! Quick, give a word to Mr. Lynch!"
Feeling like his own words wouldn't have much impact, the old Mr. Bell kept patting the old Mr. Preston's shoulder, urging him to speak up.
The old Mr. Preston hadn't been drinking for long, and was still completely sober.
Thea Lynch exchanged a glance with the old Mr. Preston, silently sighing in relief.
Ian Preston had perfectly inherited his grandfather's good traits, staying calm and composed even as chaos unraveled before him. Not to mention he wasn't drunk, even if he was, he'd never follow on the whims of the old Mr. Bell.
First of all, marriage is not child's play, and the old Mr. Preston was very traditional, unlikely to agree easily.
