Sweet like Wine: Love Your Dimples Even More-Chapter 88 - 53: The Crazy Fan’s...

Artie’s mathematical confession successfully drew Sean Lowell’s attention away from Summer Fairmont and onto the phone screen.

The last time, Artie’s heartfelt confession, although it surprised Sean Lowell, at least came with a trailer, saying the ambassador wanted to confess to Master Sean Lowell.

Sean Lowell had a few seconds of mental preparation time.

This time, there wasn’t even an on-site announcement.

Before Artie confessed, Sean Lowell was already wearing an ellipsis on his face, and with this confession, even the punctuation was scared away.

After staring at the screen for a long time, Sean Lowell finally spoke: "Are you coming over?"

"Ah, that’s a must! The master misses the ambassador, how can the ambassador not come? Give Artie a day, or at most two days, Artie will immediately go book a ticket."

What Sean Lowell asked was just a simple question, but for some reason, in Artie’s hands, it turned into a heartfelt invitation.

Sean Lowell wanted to clear up this misunderstanding, but Artie didn’t give him the chance again.

The Pouting Siren wasted no time in hanging up the video call.

The Devilish Lolita, who never dawdles in her actions, needed to seize every second to book the flight. Missing a flight by even a few seconds can result in a half-day delay at least.

Looking at the phone screen that quickly went dark, Sean Lowell turned to hope that Summer Fairmont could help explain.

Sean Lowell was overthinking, because Summer Fairmont was not the kind of person who would always keep her brother’s affairs at the forefront of her mind like Summer Lowell.

Having tackled Artie’s request, completed the "direct connection" between the ambassador and the master, a satisfied Summer Fairmont turned and directly left Lochindaal Hotel.

Leaving behind her silhouette, a gust of wind, and taking away nothing.

Sean Lowell sat in his place, quietly starting to eat oatmeal porridge.

In just a few minutes, it seemed like a lot had happened, yet it also felt like nothing had occurred.

But the pent-up pressure and despair within Sean Lowell had subconsciously been released.

Why was that?

It seemed he still had the chance to see Summer Lowell, and without causing her further harm.

Hiding back in the room, Gordon Sterling was shocked by his own cowardice, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles.

What on earth had he just done?

Was it still possible to turn back time?

Descending confidently from upstairs, without having thought of how to explain the change from Gordo to timid Gordo, Gordon Sterling saw his client eating the previously untouched oatmeal porridge obediently, sensibly, and dependably.

Gordon Sterling’s presence was too significant for most to ignore.

"Gordon, thank you."

"Huh?" Gordon’s surprise was undeniable, but he couldn’t show it.

Pretending to understand, Gordon replied casually, "I’m your manager; it’s what I should do."

In Gordo’s mind, a million questions were lining up to cross a single-log bridge. Could someone tell him what exactly had happened in just these few minutes?

While curious, Gordon decided not to ask.

No matter what happened, as long as Sean Lowell was willing to eat, it was fantastic news.

Gordon underestimated his client’s adaptability.

Sean Lowell was not someone who had grown up in favorable conditions, nor was he unaccustomed to setbacks. The Jilted could not simply succumb to despondency.

Quinn Fairmont was a person with ambitions, but she was never a mother who knew how to take care of a child.

When they were young, Sean Lowell and Summer Lowell had only each other to rely on.

The emotional turmoil from their native family was bound to cast a lifelong shadow on a child.

Sean Lowell himself was a living testament to this.

Sean Lowell couldn’t imagine how small Summer Lowell must have felt going through all that, the breakdown and helplessness.

The past 24 hours without appetite were due to the sudden knowledge of his mother’s death and his sister’s childhood experiences.

But if he allowed himself to remain consumed by sadness, what right did he have to be Summer Lowell’s brother?

As a child, he couldn’t provide an umbrella for Summer Lowell, and now, he absolutely couldn’t give in to despair while Summer Lowell was still striving to live.

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"I heard my little apprentice didn’t eat all day." Elder Ford called Sean Lowell from overseas.

"It’s not true, Master; I’m having porridge right now. You can ask Gordon, he’s here too." Sean Lowell had put the call on speaker.

"That kid is just as close to you; I don’t trust his words."