Sweet like Wine: Love Your Dimples Even More-Chapter 150 - 73: Chasing With a Knife, Running After Them_3
"What’s up? Is there some juicy gossip that Gordo doesn’t know about?" Gordo sensed the aroma of gossip.
"Nope." Sean denied it without any blush or hesitation.
"Impossible! Look at your mood, it’s obvious that there’s some gossip brewing." Gordon was confident in his gossip radar.
"When have you ever seen me involved in gossip?" Sean retorted.
"The Jilted is born for gossip, isn’t it? Without my gossip writing, would there be The Jilted? Without The Jilted, would there be The Dump Me Alliance? It’s not about when you’re related to gossip; you are the very embodiment of gossip, okay?"
"You’re handsome, you’re right!" Sean used his ultimate trick to erase all of Gordon’s grievances.
"The kid I raised from the dorm with so much care has finally grown up, and my handsome heart is at peace." Gordon was one who could shine even without sunlight.
But in the state of being sunlit, how extravagantly he radiated.
Sean felt like laughing.
And yet, it seemed an inappropriate time.
After all, he just experienced a firsthand encounter with a friend’s dramatic and sharp confrontation.
It’s definitely not a moment suited for laughter.
Yet Sean found it hard to hold back, and coincidentally Summer Fairmont saw him.
Sean felt like he got caught red-handed doing something bad.
"Laugh. It’s pretty."
Summer, who never laughs herself, loves watching others smile.
Especially beautiful smiles.
She was initially won over by the pure and radiant smile of Artie Vaughn.
Sean’s smile was also pure.
But it was a different kind from Artie Vaughn.
Artie’s smile is well-protected, always basking in sunshine.
The emotional script that he was starring in today, enough to move himself, was probably the biggest setback Artie has ever faced until now.
Sean’s smile isn’t naturally radiant but stands out clean from the muck after weathering storms.
Sean didn’t immediately react to Summer’s compliment.
Once he slowly realized it and wanted to respond,
Gordon swiftly claimed the moment, having just devoured a whole pot of ribs, lily, and millet porridge: "Our Jilted’s smile! Not particularly ugly; it’s just short by 200,000 followers compared to me, handsome me."
Many people have a natural inclination towards self-love.
But someone like Gordon, who exudes "absolute self-love" regardless of time or place, is truly rare.
Perhaps, in this world, besides Gordo himself, sighing daily "Why am I even more handsome today than yesterday," no one else could challenge Gordon’s vanity.
A burly man with an impressive waist circumference, dressed in a suit and white gloves, knocked on the door.
The driver Gordon had invited several days ago but never used finally had his "moment to shine."
"Leaving already?" Sean, overhearing Gordon’s conversation with the driver, couldn’t help but be surprised.
"Yes, indeed! How could I have your luck? You just brew some wine and can afford to be idle with no knowledge of grains. I still have to catch the only direct luggage flight to Shanglin today."
Gordon, mentioning this, suddenly realized that if he leaves, Sean would be left alone: "Your luggage is all here, right?"
Their tickets weren’t bought for the same time; Gordon had no clue when Sean planned to return.
Gordon and Leo, discussed their return flight in the dead of night yesterday, while Sean was already asleep.
"Just one?" This was Summer Fairmont’s three-word mantra.
"Uh, indeed! With your exquisite cooking and beauty, Summer, for me to leave now, you’d surely miss me. If I don’t catch this flight requiring only two transfers, all others need at least three, all with different airlines, and no direct luggage transfer! Wouldn’t that just exhaust me? I’d bear the fatigue, but staying for one more meal from you, Summer, would be sublime. But alas, standing up the brewery livestream scheduled for tomorrow would violate my steadfast reputation of keeping promises."
Gordon rarely praised anyone.
He always aims to hit. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
Only with Summer does he exhibit a demeanor as gentle as a kind man.
"I’ll give you a ride." Summer Fairmont untied her apron, ready to depart at any time.
Her three-word mantra was truly irrevocable.
"Huh? Hey! Accompanying me, hey? Summer Fairmont, might you, like Catherine Morgan, have fallen deeply and irretrievably for my overwhelming charm?"
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