There was a shock, but Artie wasn’t the only one imagining surprises.
After Sumr Fairmont sent Gordon Sterling to the airport, Gordon’s heart was still sowhat uneasy.
He still hadn’t figured out how to subtly get so alone ti with Sumr.
After all, he was never soone adept at setting the mood.
Having an atmosphere adjuster is always a good thing, whether it’s the absolutely humorous Gordon or the sunny Artie, isn’t it?
"There were surprises and unexpected events." Master Sean Lowell provided an answer that would obviously satisfy Winters Ambassador.
"Artie always knew soone would have a hard ti finding a discrete way. Surprise from Master Sean Lowell. Let ask you a question, Artie and Sumr, if you could only like one, who would it be?" Artie, always immature, asked questions that are difficult for adults to answer.
Questions like "Am I closer to you than him/her?" or "Am I your best friend?" make adults’ heads ache, but Artie asks with utmost straightforwardness and dramatic flair.
Fortunately, the relationship between Sean Lowell and Sumr Fairmont wasn’t what Artie imagined.
If both were really in love with Sean and wanted to be together, asking such questions would just push people away.
Even if you received the desired answer, it would make the respondent feel guilty toward the one not present.
When guilt sets in, the scales start to move.
This kind of "innocent words" is playful but never ends well, and also may receive an unexpected answer.
Like now.
"Sumr." Sean Lowell’s response was firm and without a trace of hesitation.
In Sean’s mind, Artie and Sumr Fairmont were not even comparable.
Sean’s affection for Sumr was undoubted and unchangeable for a lifeti.
He not only liked but deeply loved Sumr.
Sumr was the light in Sean’s heart, the reason he could remain optimistic beneath Finn Lowell’s harsh education.
Sean always believed he could find Sumr.
Only when one has faith in their heart will they continue to strive.
Sean was even grateful for the shoulder throw that almost tore him apart.
Whether out of compensation or any other reason, this throw clearly bridged the gap between him and Sumr.
This feeling made every pore on Sean’s body feel imnsely relaxed.
Since Sumr already rembered the peanut butter banana sandwich she loved as a child, rembering the brother she adored should just be a matter of ti.
"Oh, is that so!" Artie’s disappointnt was inevitable.
But this inevitability was also ti-limited.
After one second, two seconds, three seconds of disappointnt.
Like wildflowers blooming romantically, a smile returned to Artie’s face: "Today’s answer is Sumr, but I’ll ask again tomorrow! Artie won’t lose to Sumr every day."
Artie left Sean’s room exceptionally well-behaved.
Just kidding!
If The Devious Lolita gave up so easily, she wouldn’t be The Pouting Siren.
"Ah Sumr, between the Winters Ambassador and Master Sean Lowell, if you could only like one, who would it be?" Artie’s love and joy probably remained at a kindergarten expression level.
The defeat at Sean’s needed imdiate redemption.
Sumr Fairmont chose silence; she never answered hypothetical questions.
Artie, without an answer, was... happy:
"Ah, Sumr is not speaking ans shy. Shy ans embarrassed, embarrassed ans loves Artie but can’t say it out loud. Artie always knew, Sumr holds love deep for Artie."
Artie’s happiness ca as easily as a child getting a new piece of candy.
"When?" Sumr finally asked.
"When what? Sumr, you wouldn’t deny sothing as worth spreading as loving Artie, would you?"
Artie’s unhappiness ca as easily as a child losing candy.
The wildflowers blood a mont ago, then the floodwaters breached.
"Covert operations," Sumr explained.
This was one of those rarer monts when the super translator Artie couldn’t imdiately grasp Sumr’s aning.
"Ah, hey, this, Artie is so upset, how could I just tell Sumr? You’re Artie’s biggest rival on the path to chasing Master Sean Lowell now."
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