She liked Master Sean Lowell for, at most, a week or two.
Withdrawing now, there’s definitely still ti.
But then again, if her brother’s love, which blooms as reluctantly as an iron tree, is also to wither before it has a chance to bloom because of her withdrawal?
All these years, besides taking care of their mom and her, Leo’s life has been solely about getting lost in his work.
How many years has it been since her brother even considered finding Artie a sister-in-law?
Artie Vaughn couldn’t quite accept the "feelings" between Sean Lowell and Sumr Fairmont.
Sumr Fairmont skillfully grabbed a tray, filled it with a bowl of seafood vermicelli, removed the heads and veins from the shrimp, took out the few large bones from the salmon, and thoroughly removed all the shells before carrying the tray to Artie’s room.
Sumr Fairmont was long familiar with dealing with Artie’s occasional tantrums.
According to Artie’s logic, even friendships need occasional quarrels to stay fresh.
Placing the noodles by Artie’s bedside, Sumr Fairmont took a tissue and wiped Artie’s tears: "Don’t cry, have so noodles."
"Artie doesn’t want to eat Sumr’s trickster noodles."
"Where’s the trick?"
"Does Sumr really not like Master Sean Lowell?"
When girls are unreasonable, they like to latch onto the sa question, asking again and again.
Does she like Sean Lowell?
Sumr Fairmont really didn’t feel that way.
She still rembered quite clearly the accident scene from their first eting.
The obvious resistance and aversion.
Although, these two feelings beca less apparent after Sumr Fairmont drank the 96-degree Water of Life.
Saying she liked him hadn’t even co up.
In Sumr Fairmont’s view, she and Sean Lowell could never get along like The Vaughn Siblings.
The investigation report Hieronymus left her about Quinn Fairmont recorded at least three attempts to contact her relatives in the country through completely different channels.
Official, unofficial, had even one of these three attempts received a response, she wouldn’t have been adopted by Hieronymus and grown up in endless darkness.
The piece of sad mory Sumr Fairmont had subconsciously locked away during her youthful years began to show signs of resurfacing due to the bloody photos in the investigation report and the button bracelet on her hand.
rely signs.
mories sealed for nearly twenty years, even if reopened, felt a bit like soone else’s story.
For Sumr Fairmont, there was no difference between her today and her of yesterday.
The only change was she could no longer treat Sean Lowell with silent indifference.
But to say she didn’t like him seed not quite right either.
Her feelings for Sean Lowell truly had shifted after reading the will docunt.
This fact remained irrespective of whether Sumr Fairmont acknowledged it or not.
"Maybe, liking, is not the sa for as it is for you." Sumr Fairmont said a sentence that was very long for her.
Artie was stunned; did Sumr finally admit it?
Her brother Leo Vaughn was undoubtedly an emotional iron tree, but what about Sumr?
If her brother was an emotional iron tree, then Sumr Fairmont was an emotional diamond.
If she couldn’t hurt her brother, could she hurt Sumr?
"Artie is hungry and tired, needs Sumr to feed her." Artie quickly reverted to The Rhyming Siren state.
Sumr Fairmont fed Artie the entire bowl of seafood vermicelli as if taking care of a disabled person.
Fortunately, she’d intentionally removed all the bones and shells beforehand.
Otherwise, she’d have needed another bowl.
Artie was so well-behaved it was as if she had never been angry.
Sumr Fairmont held the food to her mouth, and she ate it, continuing to open her mouth for more.
Everything returned to the way it was.
"Sumr, tonight Artie wants to eat a whole roasted lamb and roasted piglet."
"Both?" Sumr Fairmont wasn’t surprised at Artie "ordering food," but having both whole lamb and roasted piglet in one al had never happened before.
"Yes, yes, the pig and the lamb must always be together, even in death, never separated." The Pouting Siren’s ability to conjure reasons was beyond typical people.
Before Sumr Fairmont could respond, Artie was already twice as angry: "Bad Sumr, you just promised Artie that you’d say at least three words per sentence, and now you’re breaking your promise. Sumr, you really don’t love Artie at all now!"
"I’ll make them both." Sumr Fairmont quickly compromised, figuring it wasn’t worth upsetting Artie over the question of how many dishes of at a al should include.
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