Sweet like Wine: Love Your Dimples Even More-Chapter 102 - 57: Let Alone a Small Family

Sean Lowell’s heart tightened a bit.

He was on Islay for a reason, a very important matter concerning Summer Lowell.

But with Summer Lowell’s question, he truly didn’t know where to start.

The situation was a bit awkward.

Neither here nor there.

If Sean Lowell didn’t answer soon, knowing Summer Fairmont’s temperament, she would walk away without hesitation.

If that happened, Sean Lowell wouldn’t know how long he’d be upset in secret.

"Miss Summer Fairmont, aren’t you interested in seeing the restart process of the Port Aelen Distillery?" Gordon Sterling joined the conversation.

"No."

After failing to save the situation, Gordon Sterling realized he’d asked a question that might have annoyed Summer Fairmont.

The Nation’s Gentleman, under Artie Vaughn’s "pressure," joined the effort to keep her: "Summer, if you have time, could you join us for a visit and tell us about the unique features of Islay whiskey?"

"No." Summer Fairmont checked the time again.

"Ah Summer, do you really, really not want to spend just a little time with me?" Artie Vaughn was a bit frustrated.

Why couldn’t so many people convince a sister-in-law to stay?

Clearly, Artie’s charm alone should be enough.

Summer Fairmont didn’t disappear like the wind again when Artie truly got frustrated.

She turned around and said to Artie, word by word: "King. Crab. Five. Minutes."

"Ah, right! If we don’t go now, Artie won’t get to eat steamed king crab, stir-fried king crab, salt and pepper king crab, and cheese baked king crab today! Ah, Summer, you go quickly, Artie will come find you in a bit."

Cupid’s earth agent betrayed instantly, thinking her unfinished tasks on Earth could be completed slowly, after all, it’s been years, what’s the rush?

Summer’s king crab, missing once means missing four crabs.

"My dear Summer, that’s how she is, she loves Artie to death, yet insists she doesn’t," Artie’s words were directed at Sean Lowell as well.

She inexplicably felt a bit embarrassed for not being able to keep Summer Fairmont, just like "others."

Especially in front of the boy she liked.

"You, alone, can eat that many, king crab?" Sean Lowell quickly gave Artie the response she wanted.

It seemed besides when she nearly stumbled, Sean Lowell never cared about the Ambassador’s life details.

The Devilish Lolita’s mood soared: "Well, since both super heavyweight partners of Winters Spirits are here, of course the Ambassador’s Summer will have to help entertain them. Master Sean Lowell, would you like to join the Ambassador to taste Summer’s cooking?"

After revealing her obvious intention, The Pouting Siren realized she had invited the partners but forgot about her brother.

The rescue girl quickly stepped forward, sidling up to Leo Vaughn, asking in a sweet voice, "Ah, brother, you haven’t eaten Summer’s king crab, right? It’s truly a culinary masterpiece, worthy of the gods!"

Leo Vaughn smiled and patted Artie’s head, wondering when he became such a calculating person in his sister’s eyes.

After the head pat, Leo Vaughn shared his opinion: "We, a bunch of guys, going to mooch on your friend’s king crab, seems a bit inappropriate, doesn’t it?"

Master Sean Lowell, who had been free of worldly desires for years, suddenly felt a pang of jealousy.

He envied the way Leo Vaughn and Artie got along, so intimately, just like he and Summer Lowell were when they were kids.

He was even more jealous of the new title bestowed on Leo Vaughn, "National Heartthrob."

Fans often debated who was the "Number One National Heartthrob," Leo Vaughn or Sean Lowell, and Leo Vaughn won more often.

Because the otherworldly Master Sean Lowell could only be admired from afar and not played with.

Being compared to Leo Vaughn all the time, Sean Lowell had never felt jealous because of it.

At this moment, no one was comparing him to Leo Vaughn, but he was crazily jealous on his own.

"The Divine Palate," "National Heartthrob," none of these titles could compare to the four words "National Heartthrob." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

If given the choice, Sean Lowell didn’t want any title, he’d just want to be "National Heartthrob."

"What’s the big deal? Summer would definitely listen to Artie, wouldn’t she? Even the big Wellness Punk Association is run by Artie alone, let alone a small household!" Artie seemed eager to impress Sean Lowell.

The Nation’s Gentleman thought his sister’s behavior was a bit inappropriate: "Master Sean Lowell and Mr. Sterling still have things to do later, how could they have the time to indulge your nonsense?"