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 "nickna" The Jilted—how did it co 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 et 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 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? Sumr likes what Artie likes; as long as Artie likes it, Sumr likes it too."
Artie perfectly explained—said but ant 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 outco.
Sean decided to fine-tune his question: "What does Sumr like to eat?"
"Sumr naturally likes to eat what Artie likes to eat." Again, said but ant nothing.
"Then what does Winters Ambassador like to eat?" Sean is a bit persistent about this question.
"Of course, Artie likes to eat what Sumr makes." For the third ti, said but ant nothing.
"Then what delicious food does Winters Ambassador usually have Sumr make for you?"
"Oh my, Master Sean Lowell’s question is so strange! Is there anything Sumr makes that Artie doesn’t like?" For the fourth ti, said but ant nothing.
The absolute ti spent interacting with others might really an 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 detachnt 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 Sumr, Artie knows everything." Artie looked at him expectantly.
Sean’s heart skipped a beat. Was he so fixated on the answer to what Sumr likes to eat that it was obvious he wanted to know everything related to Sumr?
"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 sothing 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.
Sumr Fairmont was quite unaccustod to this spectacle.
No one understands Artie’s wrestling talents better than Sumr Fairmont.
In five years of interaction, forget carrying dishes—she hasn’t even carried a glass of water.
Sumr 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 Sumr Fairmont who’d be the one to care for and worry about her?
In this world, there are just so people who are born not to be bothered by life’s trivialities.
The king crabs Sumr Fairmont selected, each weighs at least five pounds, and the dish carrying the king crab is accordingly five tis larger than the usual dishes at ho.
Running to the kitchen, the three people claiming they wanted to help were ignored by Sumr Fairmont.
With two super-sized dishes in each hand, Sumr Fairmont alone carried four king crabs from the kitchen to the dining table.
Given Sumr 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 Sumr Fairmont’s back.
Both are sisters, so why can other people’s sisters live like princesses?
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