Sweet like Wine: Love Your Dimples Even More-Chapter 111 - 60: Saying It Is the Same as Saying Nothing

If it weren’t for the forced addition of love at first sight, what Artie just said was actually quite reasonable.

Sean actually has a shadow over confessing to girls.

The "nickname" The Jilted—how did it come about? As the person involved, Sean couldn’t be as forgetful as the rescue girl.

Sean’s feeling is quite odd right now; he clearly resists confession but doesn’t want to end the conversation with Artie.

Although five years did not meet his expectations.

But even though it’s just five years, it’s still the five years he, as the brother, completely missed.

"Can you tell me what your lifelong friend usually likes?" The fallen Master Sean Lowell asked the question he’d long wanted to ask, using the most natural tone possible.

"Of course, Ambassador is interested in everything about the Ambassador and those around him. How could the Ambassador not fulfill such a small wish of the Ambassador? Summer likes what Artie likes; as long as Artie likes it, Summer likes it too."

Artie perfectly explained—said but meant nothing.

Sean automatically filtered out Artie’s first sentence and seriously thought about the second one. Maybe he asked his question too generally, which led to such an outcome.

Sean decided to fine-tune his question: "What does Summer like to eat?"

"Summer naturally likes to eat what Artie likes to eat." Again, said but meant nothing.

"Then what does Winters Ambassador like to eat?" Sean is a bit persistent about this question.

"Of course, Artie likes to eat what Summer makes." For the third time, said but meant nothing.

"Then what delicious food does Winters Ambassador usually have Summer make for you?"

"Oh my, Master Sean Lowell’s question is so strange! Is there anything Summer makes that Artie doesn’t like?" For the fourth time, said but meant nothing.

The absolute time spent interacting with others might really mean nothing.

Sean found that the information he got from Artie was far less than what Catherine’s Mother gave him.

Realizing he fell into Artie’s pre-set spiral, Master Sean Lowell decided to "retire" and return to a state of detachment from worldly affairs.

He’s desperately seeking help, thinking about asking Artie to probe his sister’s preferences.

"Master Sean Lowell, why aren’t you talking? Artie tells you that anything related to Summer, Artie knows everything." Artie looked at him expectantly.

Sean’s heart skipped a beat. Was he so fixated on the answer to what Summer likes to eat that it was obvious he wanted to know everything related to Summer?

"I’m going to check the kitchen to see if there’s anything I can help with." Sean thought about it; helping in the kitchen should be the most normal behavior for a guest.

"If there’s help needed, it’s Artie who should help. Master Sean Lowell’s hands are for making wine, not for casually carrying dishes! Carrying dishes is something Artie can handle; Artie is the universe’s invincibly super dish carrier."

The Wrestling Siren always has mysterious confidence in things she’s not good at.

Artie’s claim of being super at carrying dishes only made things worse; everyone in the restaurant, except Gordon, followed her into the kitchen.

Summer Fairmont was quite unaccustomed to this spectacle.

No one understands Artie’s wrestling talents better than Summer Fairmont.

In five years of interaction, forget carrying dishes—she hasn’t even carried a glass of water.

Summer Fairmont always likes to solve complex issues in the simplest way. She’s never one to seek trouble for herself.

If Artie were to carry the dishes, spilling the finished product is a small matter, and breaking a dish is also a small matter.

If The Wrestling Siren accidentally injured herself, wouldn’t it be Summer Fairmont who’d be the one to care for and worry about her?

In this world, there are just some people who are born not to be bothered by life’s trivialities.

The king crabs Summer Fairmont selected, each weighs at least five pounds, and the dish carrying the king crab is accordingly five times larger than the usual dishes at home.

Running to the kitchen, the three people claiming they wanted to help were ignored by Summer Fairmont.

With two super-sized dishes in each hand, Summer Fairmont alone carried four king crabs from the kitchen to the dining table.

Given Summer Fairmont’s understanding of Artie, any dish she hands over will end up in Artie’s hands, ultimately breaking after intimate contact with the floor.

Sean feels inexplicable heartache while looking at Summer Fairmont’s back.

Both are sisters, so why can other people’s sisters live like princesses?