Sweet like Wine: Love Your Dimples Even More-Chapter 143 - 71: What an Endearing Nickname! (Part 2)

The Nation’s Gentleman continued to comfort his sister.

With an unbiased perspective and tone, it was rather persuasive.

"Artie is definitely not the girl closest to Master Sean Lowell; Summer is. I’m sorry, brother, it’s all my fault. I lost our sister-in-law." Artie and Leo had nothing much to hide.

Even Artie herself wasn’t sure if she was crying because she lost Master Sean Lowell, or because she lost her sister-in-law.

Or perhaps it was both.

"Summer? She spoils you so much, she would never. If Artie wants her sister-in-law back, then brother will start working hard from now on, okay?"

Artie glanced at Leo, finding that he wasn’t as keen as she was, so she didn’t want to pass her despair onto him: "Mm-hmm, brother is still the best."

If it weren’t for her meddling in matchmaking, wouldn’t it be easy for the Nation’s Gentleman to find someone to love?

Artie finally fell into an exhausted sleep.

Just past seven in the morning, Summer Fairmont went over to Artie’s holiday house to make breakfast for everyone.

Sean Lowell, who had been lying in bed for two days, was the first to appear in the kitchen where Summer Fairmont was.

Summer Fairmont’s over-the-shoulder throw hadn’t caused any injuries. It was just that the symptoms were more pronounced in the first two days.

The first day, he couldn’t move. The second day, his whole body hurt. Now, on the third day, he’s feeling much better.

If he didn’t start moving around, Sean Lowell felt like he might fall apart.

For someone who always feels they haven’t slept enough, lying down is indeed a blissful thing.

But having to lie down for a long time due to injury or loss of mobility is not truly restful.

The less mobile the patient, the more they need assistance with turning over and massages, otherwise their muscles might atrophy.

"What do you want to eat?" Summer Fairmont, seeing that Sean Lowell had come in, naturally gave him the "ordering privilege."

Sean Lowell was the second person, besides Artie, to receive the "ordering privilege" from Summer Fairmont.

Feeling a bit flattered, Sean Lowell pondered ordering something Summer Fairmont liked.

Yet, after thinking it over, he couldn’t find any clues from the intelligence on Summer Fairmont that he had gathered from Artie.

When he inquired from Artie, she returned a whole lot of comments that amounted to nothing—"Summer likes what Artie likes" and "Artie likes everything Summer makes."

Sean Lowell thought for a few seconds, seeing Summer Fairmont still looking at him, and then replied a bit sheepishly, "You decide."

"No preferences?" Summer Fairmont was a bit surprised by Sean Lowell’s answer.

Artie had told her—"Summer decides, it’s fine" and "Artie listens to Summer for everything"—because they were already very familiar with each other.

Sean Lowell still wasn’t quite used to the way Summer Fairmont spoke, but he pretty much understood the meaning behind her words.

"I’ll...have the fried banana peanut butter sandwich," Sean Lowell changed his answer. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

The "dish" he named was actually Summer Lowell’s childhood favorite.

You coat the banana in flour, fry it until it’s a bit translucent, take it out, cut it in half, place it inside the toast, drizzle with peanut butter, and then make it into a sandwich.

A rather peculiar "delicacy."

This dish wasn’t something the three-year-old Summer Lowell could make, nor was it within the capability of the seven-year-old Sean Lowell.

Instead, it was a "specialty dish" from a breakfast stall downstairs when they were little.

In the spirit of not wasting oil, the vendor fried bananas using the leftover oil after frying dough sticks.

Other kids would either stick a banana on a bamboo skewer or just have a peanut butter sandwich.

Only Summer Lowell, after a few bites with the skewer, would inevitably drop the banana on the ground, crying her heart out.

Then Sean Lowell would joke, suggesting that maybe the vendor should put the banana inside the sandwich next time.

This magical combination, judging from the color and texture, was peculiar enough.

With Sean Lowell’s sharp sense of taste, he initially found it entirely unacceptable.

However, Summer Lowell fell in love with fried banana peanut butter sandwiches and her fondness for it became unstoppable.

When they were kids, Quinn Fairmont and Finn Lowell did not make breakfast.

Before being separated from Sean Lowell, Summer Lowell ate the fried banana peanut butter sandwich for a month straight.

After their separation, out of longing for his sister, Sean Lowell also slowly began to try the things his sister loved.

Always feeling that as he kept eating, perhaps his sister might just come back.

Then, miraculously, Sean Lowell came to love the taste that he had once found most unacceptable.