Sweet like Wine: Love Your Dimples Even More-Chapter 154 - 75: An Exceptionally Unique Perspective
"Hmm, fair enough." Finally snapping back to reality, Summer Fairmont patted Artie Vaughn’s arm, which was crossed in anger, as a gesture of comfort.
Wasn’t it just about wanting to sneak around in the aging warehouse?
The only thing Summer Fairmont needed to worry about was Artie Vaughn getting scared and crying, but in that case, just quietly keeping company would do, right?
Was it really necessary to get off the car just after getting him on?
Artie Vaughn hadn’t realized yet that he couldn’t keep using idioms with someone whose Chinese skills were limited.
With "A sister-in-law is like a mother" ahead, and "sneak into the warehouse" behind, Artie Vaughn could never predict in advance how things would be interpreted.
"This was Summer’s own words! In capturing a man’s heart through his stomach, Artie definitely can’t compare to Summer. But in sneaking around, Artie would absolutely not lose to Summer!" The Pouting Siren’s desire to win was inexplicably fierce.
"Alright. You win." Summer Fairmont remained calm, unbothered.
"Tch! Who needs you to let me win? Don’t ever think that you’ve won at the starting line, Summer!" Artie’s challenge declaration lacked momentum, with more sulking than conviction.
"You win." Summer Fairmont glanced at Artie, showing no change in expression, yet accommodatingly adjusted her answer.
This time, Artie no longer brought up the "two-word tactic" and "three-word tactic" trust issues.
Inside, Summer Fairmont wasn’t as composed as she appeared.
In this world, many things seem monumental when they haven’t happened yet.
But when they actually do happen, they turn out to be just things, after all.
Summer Fairmont’s aversion to Hieronymus, the Brunschwig Distillery, and the will documents were all genuine and intense.
So intense that she didn’t even want to remember or have anything to do with them again.
Remarkably, when she uncontrollably finished reading all the documents, from not understanding to understanding, from not accepting to accepting, it just took two whole nights of drinking in the dusty whiskey warehouse.
Then, that matter became just a memory, not as hard to accept as imagined.
Even Summer Fairmont herself couldn’t quite comprehend this feeling.
She clearly wasn’t someone who easily let go of the past.
She had clearly shut down all her childhood memories in resistance.
Yet somehow, somewhere along the way, she peacefully accepted it all.
Perhaps it started with that shoulder throw she gave to Sean Lowell.
Or perhaps it started from explaining things to Artie.
Before Summer Fairmont had fully figured it out, one thing after another just kept happening.
Going to the hospital, dramatic farewell idol drama scenes, none of it was good.
Yet they interrupted Summer Fairmont’s contemplations of the past at just the right time.
Perhaps, if Hieronymus hadn’t adopted her, she could have had a happier childhood at the orphanage.
Or perhaps, without Hieronymus’s extreme indifference, Summer Fairmont wouldn’t be as tough as she was now.
But was the orphanage truly better than Old Brunschwig Castle?
It didn’t seem so.
People are like this; if you keep entangling yourself in the same issue, you might never move on.
Just like Sean Lowell’s Stockholm syndrome, without a change in environment, there’s no way out.
Constantly reliving the past, thinking about your previous efforts, persuading yourself that letting it all go to waste isn’t an option.
Until one moment, a certain trigger, suddenly breaks you free from the mental loop, and it just happens in an instant.
Even Summer Fairmont didn’t know what had changed her.
Was it because of Sean Lowell’s injury?
Or because of the idol drama storyline Artie wrote?
Perhaps an idol drama is just such a magical existence.
So many people watch while criticizing.
And in the process of criticizing, they forget their original emotions.
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"Master Sean Lowell, your Winters Ambassador is back, surprised or astonished?" As soon as Artie returned, he headed straight for Sean Lowell’s guest room, and what was stealthily hidden in the heart of The Devilish Lolita turned into "intensity."
Seeing Artie, it was hard for Sean Lowell to tell if it was surprise or shock, unexpected or hurt.
If he could choose, he’d opt for a few more days alone with Summer Lowell.
But Sean Lowell also knew that this was actually Artie’s home.
